“I will wait here in the fields to see how well the rain brings on the grass.

In the labor of the fields longer than a man’s life I am at home. Don’t come with me. You stay home too.

I will be standing in the woods where the old trees move only with the wind and then with gravity.

In the stillness of the tress I am at home. Don’t come with me.

You stay at home too.”

-Wendell Berry