The Peace of Wild Things
By Berry Wendell
When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children's lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
I thought that this poem told in such a beautiful way of the peaceful and uplifting effect that nature can have on us when we are weighed down with worries and stress. For me, being out in nature is often a form of meditation. It is a special place to just be, to feel, hear, and experience life around me at that time and I also experience a certain freedom in that. Many of the research articles that we have been presented with have also indicated that nature is an effective way to decrease stress. In over one hundred studies, according to Ulrich (1993), decreased stress was listed as one of the significant benefits of being out in nature (Kahn, 1997).
Wendell Berry, "The Peace of Wild Things." "Poetry Foundation." n.d. Web. 6 February 2013. http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/171140