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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Poet: Wendell Berry
Poem: Woods
Volume: A Part
Year: Published/Written in 1980
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