One of the common denominators among depressed artists in history is their love of nature. Perhaps it is the consistency, or the lack of mistakes made, the lack of letting people down, the absence of disappointing others–all feelings found among those who bend toward depression. It is often thought that those feelings lead to depression, but the opposite is exactly true.

So why nature?

Because…

There Will Come Soft Rains

by Sara Teasdale

There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,
And swallows calling with their shimmering sound;

And frogs in the pools singing at night,
And wild-plum trees in tremulous white;

Robins will wear their feathery fire
Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire;

And not one will know of the war, not one
Will care at last when it is done.

Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree,
if mankind perished utterly;

And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn,
Would scarcely know that we were gone.