Consider the other kingdoms.
The trees, for example, with their mellow-sounding titles:
oak, aspen, willow.
Or the snow, for which the peoples of the north
have dozens of words to describe its different arrivals.
Or the creatures, with their thick fur
their shy and wordless gaze.
Their infallible sense of what their lives are meant to be.
Thus the world grows rich, grows wild
and you too, grow rich, grow sweetly wild
as you too were born to be.
– Mary Oliver