"Write what you know," the writing teacher said

"Write what you know," the writing teacher said.
"But, what if you know nothing?" I inquired.
So she replied, "Then write of that instead."
And with those words this poem she inspired.

It's true I don't know much of anything;
No profound thoughts live in my simple brain.
With cultivated words I cannot sing--
My intellect is uncommonly plain.

I've sat in classes trying to abate
This nagging issue of my ignorance.
But with deep theories I cannot relate.
I'd rather romp in nature's opulence.

There is a truth beyond what one can know
That only comes from watching Nature's show.