Nature is not as you imagine her: <br />She's not a mold, nor yet a soulless mask- <br />She is made up of soul and freedom <br />She is made up of love and speech . . . <br />................ <br />Observe the leaves and flowers on a tree: <br />Was it some gardener glued them there? <br />And is a growing child in the womb <br />The work of alien, external forces? . . . <br />................ <br />They do not see and do not hear <br />They live in this world as if in darkness, <br />For them, it seems, the stars don't breathe <br />And ocean waves are not alive. <br />The sun's rays have not reached their soul, <br />Spring's never bloomed within their breast, <br />The forest does not speak to them <br />And starry nights are always mute! <br />And, roiling woods and rivers <br />With unearthly speech, <br />No storm's engaged them in the night <br />In friendly conversation! <br />They're not to blame: how can the deaf <br />Perceive an organ's sound! <br />Alas, their souls can not be touched <br />Not even by a mother's voice!<br /><br />Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nature-is-not-as-you-imagine-her/
