I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water,
and the great heron feeds
I come into the beauty of wild things,
who do not tax their lives with the forethought of greif
I come into the presence of still water
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light
For a time
I rest in the grace of this world, and am free
WENDELL BERRY
