When I Am Among the Trees...and Ultrarunning

Yes, it's another poetry post, and I just did one last week.  Have I suddenly begun to despise my readers?

Fear not, this is another good one (also from Hecate, here) , short, and you in all likelihood will not need to fire up the DELETE key.

When I Am Among the Trees - Mary Oliver

When I am among the trees,

especially the willows and the honey locust,
equally the beech, the oaks and the pines,
they give off such hints of gladness,
I would almost say that they save me, and daily.

I am so distant from the hope of myself,

in which I have goodness, and discernment,
and never hurry through the world
but walk slowly, and bow often.
 
Around me the trees stir in their leaves
and call out, "Stay awhile."
The light flows from their branches.

 And they call again, "It's simple," they say,

"and you too have come
into the world to do this, to go easy, to be filled
with light, and to shine."


Trees--Ultrarunning--what's not to like?  And the trees DO save me.