Go among trees and sit still

I go among trees and sit still.

All my stirring becomes quiet

among me like circles on water.

My tasks lie in their places 

where I left them, asleep like cattle.

Then what I am afraid of comes

and lives for a while in its sight.

What I fear in it leaves me, 

and the fear of me leaves it. 

It sings, and I hear its song.

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.

After days of labour,

mute in my consternations,

I hear my song at last, 

and I sing it. As we sing, 

the days turns, the trees move.

Wendell Berry