Academia is a graveyard of poets.
... the poem reminds us of what we ourselves know, but did not know we knew; reminds us, above all, of what we are.
The work of the artist is to heal the soul.
Nature is the common, universal language, understood by all.
And see the peaceful trees extend their myriad leaves in leisured dance- they bear the weight of sky and cloud upon the fountain of their veins.
Being a poet is not a job or a profession but a way of life.