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About This Author
My name is Joy, and I love to write.
Why poetry, here? Because poetry uplifts its writer, and if she is lucky enough, her readers, too. Around us, so many objects abound to write about. Once a poet starts with a smallest, most trivial object, he shall discover that his pen will spill out what is most delicate or most majestic hidden inside him. Since the classics sometimes dealt with lofty subjects with a lofty language, a person with poetry in his soul may incline to emulate that. That is understandable. Poetry does that to a person: it enlarges the soul and gives it wings. Yet, to really soar, a poet needs to take off from the ground.
 
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Daily Cascade #1097065 added September 10, 2025 at 1:52pm
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On Nature
Prompt:
“Earth and sky, woods and fields, lakes and rivers, the mountain and the sea, are excellent schoolmasters, and teach some of us more that what we could learn from books.”
John Lubbock
Of the natural features, what is your favorite type? Oceans, mountains, etc.
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It is difficult to choose, really. I like all nature even the wildest of its animals. They, as everything else in nature, are all my favorites, in essence. Maybe, this is why I never liked to swim in a manmade pool, but in the ocean.
As the quote says, earth and sky, woods and fields, lakes and rivers, the mountains, and the sea are all very beautiful and with their own personalities. Maybe this is because they are teachers older than ink and paper, older than my voice or anyone else's that ever set words to a page.
So, I've come to the conclusion that knowledge is not just a matter of words, but of watching, waiting, feeling, of letting the world write itself upon my senses.
Thus, patience, I've learned from the earth, as roots burrow into it and blossoms and flowers wait their turn. Hopefully I've also learned humility from both the earth and the sky. They both remind me how small I am. Earth to embrace me after my body ceases to breathe and the sky to show me I am less than a dot beneath it.
Those mountains and their shadows remind me of strength and their silence is louder than any sermon. Woods and forests whisper of mystery and stillness while the rivers teach motion, the art of moving forward and learning to change course when conditions change. They also do not ever forget any stone they once touched. I should be that lucky with this not-forgetting thing!
My lessons of vastness, wonder, and how beauty and terror can dwell together come from the oceans and the sea. In these lessons, I am not just a student but I am kin of the entire living world. For knowledge is not just words, but it is also watching, waiting, feeling, of letting the world write itself into my senses.
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