What is this life so full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
To stand beneath the leafy boughs,
And stare as long as sheep or cows.
No time to see in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars like skies at night.
No time to see when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.
No time to wait till her mouth can,
Enrich the smile her eyes began.
What is this life, if full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
(Leisure - by WH Davies)
