I have just read this, and absolutely fallen in love with it! So, here is another favourite poem, once more from the amazing Mary Oliver;
What can I say that I have not said before?
So I’ll say it again.
The leaf has a song in it.
Stone is the face of patience.
Inside the river there is an unfinished story and you are somewhere in it
and it will never end until it all ends.
Take your busy heart to the art museum and the chamber of commerce
but take it also to the forest.
The song you heard singing in the leaf when you were a child
is singing still.
I am of years lived, so far, seventy-four
and the leaf is singing still.