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."