Only be willing to search for poetry, and there will be poetry: My soul, a tiny speck, is my tutor. Evening sun and fragrant grass are common things, but, with understanding, they can become glorious verse.
T.Y.N. are two youngsters, separated by more than a few kilometers, thinking about nature and its poetic and not-so-poetic possibilities. These are naive, biased impressions about the animal and vegetal kingdoms and should not be considered scientific material.