“When I
am among the trees,
Especially
the willows and the honey locust,
Equally
the beech, the oaks and the pines,
They
give off such hints of gladness.
I would
almost say that they save me, and daily.
I am so
distant from the hope of myself,
In
which I have goodness, and discernment,
And
never hurry through the world
But
walk slowly and bow often.
Around
me the trees stir in their leaves
And
call out, ‘Stay awhile.’
The
light flows from their branches.
And
they call again, ‘It’s simple,” they say,
‘and
you too have come
Into
this world to do this, to go easy, to be filled
With
light, and to shine.”
~ Mary
Oliver
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