Here's a cool poem by Pulitzer Prize-winning poet Mary Oliver, from her new book A Thousand Mornings:
Extending the Airport Runway
The good citizens of the commission
cast their votes
for more of everything.
Very early in the morning
I go out
to the pale dunes, to look over
the empty spaces
of the wilderness.
For something is there,
something is there when nothing is there but itself,
that is not there when anything else is.
Alas,
the good citizens of the commission
have never seen it,
whatever it is,
formless, yet palpable.
Very shining, very delicate
Very rare.
Link: 'A Thousand Mornings' With Poet Mary Oliver (NPR)