At a Second Glance
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.
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