To sit and watch the swaying trees,
As time curls low beneath the boughs.
I question not the quiet ease,
Of nature’s gift in soft-spun vows.

Beneath the buzz of laid-back bees,
There lies a pulse most pure and clear,
Where breath of life resounds and frees,
All types of pains we hold so dear.

Let sunlight filter through the leaves;
In the shadows truth starts to show.
In tranquil moments earth believes,
In faithful grace, lovers in tow.

• Philip Larkin