Thin bluish clouds drift northeastward
high up and slowly. Help this soul
southwest wind of the rainy season
help this soul heal
Under bark of the fallen pine
worms have carved fine mazes
delicate circuitous houses
maze-makers, help this soul die
Veins stand netted on the bluish boulder
where rain wore the soft rock down
blown rain of many winters
help this soul turn round
Shadows of dead branches
sunlight and dying things
O wilderness! one bird sings
one note far off in the sunny wind
Rock was weaker than the rain
tree weaker than the worm. No help for it
so soul be weak, fail, drift, and blow
with wind through net and maze, and sing
one note once only in the wilderness
by Ursula K. Le Guin
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