Saturday is Earth Day. Every day should be Earth Day. We should think about what the Earth gives us and how we can give back to the Earth every day.
William Wordsworth warned us that:
The world is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers:
Little we see in Nature that is ours;
We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
He marvelled at the sheer beauty of nature:
My heart leaps up when I behold
A rainbow in the sky:
Wordsworth also tells us that:
Earth has not anything to show more fair:
Robert Frost describes the beauty of the changing seasons so well:
Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
Lastly, this grasshopper in my garden has never heard of John Keats, who wrote:
That is the Grasshopper’s—he takes the lead
In summer luxury,—he has never done
With his delights; for when tired out with fun
He rests at ease beneath some pleasant weed.
For this one is perched on a telephone cable high above the pumpkin patch!