When I am
Among the Trees, especially the Willows and the Honey Locust, equally the Beech, the Oaks and the Pine
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 witch 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 Their Call Again, “It’s Simple”, They say, “And You too have Come into the World to Do This, To Go Easy
Filled with Light, and to Shine