Author Joseph Bruchac shares a poem about a bumblebee and how taking the time to listen to the natural world led him to it.

On the eve of our nineteenth year, the sky cracked, its molten innards sloshing to and fro, its boiling yolk slipped out as our lips cried for home. “Stand, stand, stand,” said the boy. “If ...

This comment calls to mind priest and poet Gerard Manley Hopkins’s poem “God’s Grandeur,” which notes a rejuvenating spirit infusing the world—“nature is never spent; / There lives the dearest ...