A poet always leaves traces of his passage, not proof.

When the nature comes up with an idea ,it expresses it's idea through slowly rising winds waking all the neighbor leaves that were sleeping in cluster escaping from the cold drops of climate and coming out to have a supper of sun's never ending rays that merge nowhere. And those child leaves wake up and start crying only to produce an irresistible music of rattling , the older ones leaving the tree after getting a proper farewell from their offsprings. All these take the form of words and the sense starts from the roots of a neuron which responds only after the heart start beating differently, then the time of hand starts which starts writing these onto some thing visible.