Because this bird is singing to me,
I belong to the wide wind,
The people far away who share
The air and the clouds.
Together we are looking up
Into all we do not own
And we are listening.
~ by Naomi Shihab Nye from "Messages from Everywhere"
Here is peace to store within the breast Against the days of tumult and despair. Within this cool green light the heart can rest, The body strengthens in the clear, clean air, The soul grows tall, the viol-string tensions cease Here in this summer stillness, summer peace.