When I Am Among the Trees

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 worldbut walk slowly, and bow often.
Around me the trees stir in their leavesand call out, “Stay awhile.”The light flows from their branches.
And they call again, “It’s simple,” they say,”and you too have comeinto the world to do this, to go easy, to be filledwith light, and to shine.”

~ Mary Oliver

In the Spotlight, courtesy of Lars van de Goor Photography Art, used with permission