Prove to me that chance did ever
make a sycamore tree, a yellow-
throated warbler nesting and singing
high up among the white limbs
and the golden leaf-light, and a man
to love the tree, the bird, the song
his life long, and by his love to save
them, so far, from all the machines.

Wendell Berry, “While Attending the Annual Convocation of Cause Theorists and Bigbangists at the Local Provincial Research University, The Mad Farmer Intercedes from the Back Row”