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