To contemplate life as we live it
and to investigate the sorrows within it,
we conclude that all’s not what it seems
Fantasy rules in wise men’s dreams.

The morning, icy blue so bold
the mellowed bitterness of winter cold
gves way to lurid lazy dawnings
radiant blue on golden awnings.

And drifting through this peaceful scene
morning dew on each fern gleams
catching bright, dancing light
revelling in this early morning sight.

The birds awaken from their sleep
and perching on each threshold steep
sing songs of praise, their joy displayed
This life they love, singing mornings serenade.

And gazing from each homely nest
They look at men in scornful jest
Us humans lacking in appreciation
Our ignorance at life’s creation.