Spend more time in the forest

O sweet spontaneous
earth how often have
the
doting
prurient philosophers pinched
and
poked

fingers of

thee
, has the naughty thumb
of science prodded
thy
often have religions taken
thee upon their scraggy knees
squeezing and

beauty    , how

buffeting thee that thou mightest conceive
gods
(but
true

to the incomparable
couch of death thy
rhythmic
lover

thou answerest

them only with

spring)

e.e.cummings