THE PATHS IN THE WOOD ARE MANY, AND SOMETIMES WE

STAND QUIETLY AND WAIT FOR A FOX OR A RABBIT

TO APPEAR, UNAWARE OF OUR PRESENCE.

OUTSIDE THE WOOD-SCREENED SHELTER GALES MAY RACE;

BUT IN THE TREES A COOL AND GENTLE BREEZE

BLOWS STEADILY UPON MY FACE,

AS I STAND MOTIONLESS AND AT MY EASE,

CONTENTED JUST TO LOITER IN THE SUN

AND GAZE AROUND ME 'TILL THE DAY IS DONE.