The Poem Behind

Woods

by Wendell Berry

I part the out thrusting branches

And come in beneath

The blessed and the blessing trees.

Though I am silent

There is singing around me.

Though I am dark

There is vision around me.

Though I am heavy

There is flight around me.

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