Mary Oliver reading her poem "When I Am Among The Trees" 🌳 Her words remind us of the wisdom nature quietly shares with us. Source: The 92nd Street Y, New York | Stand For Trees

This is my final Mary Oliver poem for a while, I’m moving onto Pablo Neruda next, so enjoy… “What if a hundred rose-breasted grosbeaks flew in circles around your head? What if the mockingbird came into the house with you and became your advisor? What if the bees filled your walls with honey and all you needed to do was ask them and they would fill the bowl? What if the brook slid downhill just past your bedroom window so you could listen to its slow prayers as you fell asleep? What if the stars