Hopkins was so sensitive to the beauty of nature, he prized the “wildness” and “wilderness” of life on our earth:
“What would the world be, once bereft
Of wet and wildness? Let them be left,
O let them be left, wildness and wet;
Long live the weeds and the wilderness yet.”
(From ‘Inversnaid’ https://www.bartleby.com/122/33.html)
On another poem he grieves for the cutting down of poplar trees at Binsey near Oxford:
(‘Binsey Poplars’, https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/44390/binsey-poplars)
And for me, nothing quite surpasses the simplicity of this line from a beautiful sonnet called Spring
(‘Spring’ – https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/51002/spring-56d22e75d65bd)
He was fascinated by the philosophy of Duns Scotus, a mediaeval writer, who celebrated the haecceity (this-ness) of things – every living thing is distinctly itself, never again to be repeated – wonderfully captured in his poem with the memorable title of “As kingfishers catch fire” https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/44389/as-kingfishers-catch-fire
In this poem he explores the human implications of haecceity. Each of us has a unique, individual vocation, to offer what we distinctly are to the world:
“What I do is me
For that I came”
And he celebrates the beauty of humanity:
Another poem you might enjoy is “The Windhover” https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/44402/the-windhover
And if you want a challenge, perhaps his most powerful work is “The Wreck of the Deutschland”, which is part autobiography, part the re-evoking of an overwhelming storm at sea leading to a wreck, and part a meditation on life, death, faith and God.
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/44403/the-wreck-of-the-deutschland
Flowering Poverello 