I'd rather learn from one bird how to sing than to teach ten thousand stars how not to dance.
e. e. cummingsi do not know what it is about you that closes and opens;only something in me understands the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses
e. e. cummingsi thank You God for most this amazing day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees and a blue true dream of sky; and for everything which is natural which is infinite which is yes (i who have died am alive again today, and this is the sun's birthday; this is the birth day of life and of love and wings: and of the gay great happening illimitably earth) how should tasting touching hearing seeing breathing any--lifted from the no of all nothing--human merely being doubt unimaginable You? (now the ears of my ears awake and now the eyes of my eyes are opened)
e. e. cummings