What are you passionate about?

All nature has a feeling: woods, fields, brooks

Are life eternal: and in silence they

Speak happiness beyond the reach of books;

There’s nothing mortal in them all; their decay

Is the green life of change;to pass away

And come again in blooms revivified.

It’s birthday was heaven, eternal it its stay,

And with the sun and moon shall still abide

Beneath their day and night and heaven wide.

John Clare ( 1793-1864)