I Go Among Trees

I go among trees and sit still
All my stirring becomes quiet
around 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.
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.

​- Wendell Berry