When I Am Among the Trees by Mary Oliver

When I Am Among The Trees
By Mary Oliver
Artist Adam Oehlers

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.”



3 thoughts on “When I Am Among the Trees by Mary Oliver

  1. thewanderingempath November 17, 2021 / 9:29 am

    So beautiful. I love this so much. I wish I could believe that I could be like a tree.

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