By Gary Snyder:

The rising hills
the slopes
of statistics
lie before us
the steep climb
of everything, going up,
up, as we all
go down

In the next country
or the one beyond that,
they say,
are valleys, pastures,
we can meet there in peace
if we make it.

To climb these coming crests
one word to you, to you and your children:
learn the flowers
go light.