Текст песни The Peace of Wild Things / Dayblind - Crooked Still

When despair grows in me
And I wake in the middle of 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.