A peaceful perspective

 Sunrise in Beach City along Trinity Bay.

The Peace of Wild Things

By Wendell Berry
b. 1934

When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
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Berry's poem reminds me of how I feel during a walk along a footpath in the wood in the afternoon or sitting on a pier along the water's edge in the early morning. 

All the elements of nature brings a peaceful perspective to a day's beginning or end; everyday worries seem to melt away.  -- Marilyn L.