As I walk through the meadow, I look at the sky.

I ponder some questions, and ask myself why:

It is so little, that ever I take:

A moment to wonder; a second to think

About all this beauty with which I’m surround’

That’s on all this Earth to which I am bound.

And if only we spared a second a glance

Then surely we’d held in a trance.

And in my hope I admit I’m naïve

To think if we did- then surely we’d see-

That this one world is all that we’ve got,

And to waste it away is most foolish a thought.