All nature has a feeling: woods, fields, brooks
Are life eternal: and in silence they
Speak happiness beyond the reach of books;
There's nothing mortal in them; their decay -woods, fields , brooks
Is the green life of change to pass away
And come again in blooms revivified.
Its birth was heaven, eternal is its stay.
And with the Sun and Moon shall still abide
Beneathe their day and night and heaven wide.
- John Clare (1793-1864)
I like this one.
ReplyDeleteIt also reminds me of my own poem:
LIKE A SEED
every
broken
dream
is
like
a seed
that
f
a
l
l
s
and is welcomed
by the soft black earth
and all the other dying things
be still now
and rest
rest safe
in the warm
silent
dark
for this
is God's womb
where
the force
of new life is at work