Share 'I Go Among Trees and Sit Still by Wendell Berry'
I go among trees and sit still.All my stirring becomes quietAround me like circles on water.My tasks lie in their placesWhere I left them, asleep like cattle…
Then what I am afraid of comes.
I live for a while in its sight.
What I fear in it leaves it,
And the fear of it leaves me.
It sings, and I hear its song.
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