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
the
world
to
do
this,
to
go
easy,
to
be
filled
with
light,
and
to
shine."