nature poems ![[Pasted image 20250208205751.png|100]] **When I Am Among the Trees** > 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.”