I walk in the woods, Together with Nature, She reveals her wonders, Every form and creature, The whispering pines, The rustle of leaves, Crickets in night’s chorus, A lull you believe.

And there when I listen, I hear the heart beat, Of this nurturing world, In the sacred retreat, Let all hearts awaken, And no sorrow know; This land of beauty, Where life’s rivers flow.

• Henry David Thoreau