Classic Poem

Animals of the forest & plants of the field are friends to me & I participate in their organization
I am measured in terms of trillions of dollars
& they understand the nature of husbandry & economy
I walk among the grown-up trees with their attendant vineyard
& rabbits & mice & terrapins are with me in my celebration & with me in my deep happiness
O may my blood's truth / still be sung / on this high hill / in a fiscal year's turning