"The peace of wild things". Are they at peace? Terrified of predators every minute of their lives, on the look-out all the time. Scarce food supplies in the winter, little birds freezing to death on a cold winter's night? Rabbits alert for foxes etc etc. Have I got hold of the wrong end of the stick?
When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and 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
of 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.
The point, as usual (is it just Mondays?), is being studiously missed.
Berry’s point is that non-human creatures to not dwell on their fates, do not worry about their old age or what will become of their loved ones. We do.
And if you define sentience as the ability to perceive or ‘feel’ things, then (Zacs) I think you’re wrong about non-human beings.
It means stop worrying and thinking how to avoid the disaster you are, as a result, heading for, but be happy in ignorance until it actually occurs. Your life will be shorter and more accident prone but you'll be in a better mood for not considering it's coming.