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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
Since my old blog "Everyday Canvas "  became overfilled, here's a new one. This new blog item will continue answering prompts, the same as the old one.
Cool water cascading to low ground
To spread good will and hope all around.
August 24, 2025 at 1:25pm August 24, 2025 at 1:25pm
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Prompt:
"What is the good of your stars and trees, your sunrise and the wind, if they do not enter into our daily lives?"
E.M. Forster
What's your favorite way to enjoy nature?
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My favorite way to enjoy nature is to watch it. I like to watch, from my porch, the tree branches swinging in the wind, the green grass on the golf course that is so impeccably kept, and all the wildlife in animal or human form that show up on the 7th hole. I also love the ocean, the waves, stormy weather, etc. Yet, more than anything, I love the animals, even spiders and tiny bugs, and lately, the Mexican Salamanders that crept up into Florida and on our porch screens, then did away with the existing smaller species.
As to the stars, sunrise, and the wind in the quote, they inspire awe but they are distant from me. I notice their beauty when I think of them abstractly or when I notice them momentarily, while I pass them by. So on me, those too distant beauties become a bit wasted.
The good in those lies whether they happen to enter my life in an intimate, tangible way. A sunrise, if I am awake enough to notice it, is not just a spectacle on the horizon; it is a chance to feel renewal and to recognize the day as a gift. The wind is not just a movement of air, but a presence that can cool me, carry scents and bird songs, while also reminding me that life means motion. Still, at times, that motion is too much, when my area is hit with a hurricane, but then, there's a beauty in the wildest, harshest of things, also.
Since the deeper meaning in noticing nature encourages me to pull it into my own personal life, when I comply, I feel happier and more connected to life and nature This might have more to do with appreciating life and what I am granted with, here on earth. For the good of my being here does not lie in my existence alone, but in my ability to let Nature enter my life and transform the way I act, think, and feel, each day.
What good is the sunrise
if I rush past it,
my head bent toward errands,
while the horizon burns with promise?
What good are the trees
if I never pause
to lean against their patience,
to breathe in their green wisdom?
What good is the wind
if I do not lift my face to it,
letting it remind me
that life is movement,
and I'm never still for long?
The stars, the sky, this earth
they are not ornaments for the world,
but invitations—
to listen,
to look,
to see,
and live more deeply.
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) heard that life is like having your hand in a bucket of water. When you remove your hand, the hole that's left behind is how important you were. Better to focus on the now. It's the only real impact you'll have.
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