have not said before?
So I'll say it again.
The leaf has a song in it.
Stone is the face of patience.
Inside the river there is
an unfinishable story
and you are somewhere in it
and it will never end until all ends.
Take you busy heart to the art
museum and the chamber of commerce
but take it also to the forest.
The song you heard singing in the leaf
when you were a child
is singing still.
I am of years lived, so far, seventy-four,
and the leaf is singing still.
Mary Oliver