I have shared this before but I think it is worth repeating, especially now. Just in case you didn't see it last time, here is a favorite of mine by Wendell Berry. I thank Mr. Berry for his beautiful poem.
The Peace of Wild Things
When despair of the world grows in me
And I wake in the night at the least sound,
In fear of what may life and my children's lives may be,
I go 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
Or 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.