That was lovely, Seren. A perpetual favorite of mine is "The peace of wild things" by Wendell Berry.
When despair for the world grows in me
And I wake in 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.
Happy new year, all. Thanks so much for allowing me to share it with you.
Peace.