I go among the trees…

I go among trees and sit still.
All my stirring become quiet around me like circles on water…
Then what is afraid of me comes and sits a while in my sight…
it sings and I hear its song.
Then what I am afraid of comes and I sit a while in its sight…
After days of labour mute in my consternations I hear my song at last and I sing it.
As we sing, the day turns, the trees move.

Wendell Berry