I love the poems of American poet Wendell Berry. Such simple and elegant writing that takes the reader back to the bare essentials of nature and its calming beauty. I reproduce my favourite Wendell Berry poem below:

The peace of wild things

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 for their light.
For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

~ Wendell Berry