From the forest came a whisper: Leaf by leaf my world is built, Home to every creature, dancer, Blessed with shadow, light, and guilt.
Oft I tread upon my bounty, Softly felt beneath my feet, Hull of thoughts as deep as ocean, Voices of the woods repeat.
In a single fallen petal, Beauty finds her way in flight; Let the world take from this bounty, For my soul finds pure delight.
- Robert Frost