By Maryanna Gabriel (well not really)
The Peace of Wild Things
When despair for the world grows in me
And I awake in the night to the least sound
In fear of what my life and my children's lives may be,
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 peace of wild things
Who do not tax their lives with forethought of grief.
I come into the prescence 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 the world,
And I am free.
- Wendell Berry