Talk:The Peace of Wild Things

also, a poem by Wendell Berry
"THE PEACE OF WILD THINGS" by Wendell Berry

When despair grows in me and I wake in the middle of 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 for their light. For a time I rest in the grace of the world, and am free. -71.174.180.6 (talk) 17:01, 13 November 2016 (UTC)