Discover A New Perspective
Walk under trees of green,
For it is good for the soul.
Walk with your companions,
yourself and he,
For it is good for the soul.
Fill the mind with morning dew,
and birds that flew,
For it is good for the soul.
Wake and fall with the sun
For beneath this ash tree,
It is good for the soul.
When the muses leave, what is left but silence? The abysmal comfort, the unending sleep- when the muse leaves where I go to find it? With what rapture, what song- may I sing now in the day that lasts
The wanderer, the seeker All are all the weaker For they fail to see the world’s telling brand The simple sound of one hand….
