This life, with all its hustle and the constant strain it brings,
Is full of very many of the most delightful things,
Our problem is our eyes can't see the splendour it displays,
To see these wondrous exhibits we'll need to change our ways.
Out in the car we drive on by some splendid works of art,
The trees, the flowers, oh for the days when we used horse and cart,
The colours just become a blur, the panoramic view
Is lost to paint and bitumen stretched out in front of you.
We're always going somewhere, never having time to stop,
Visiting a relative, or going to the shop,
Our working day is one big rush, we race to get it done,
And get back home to catch the last departing rays of sun.
Why do we need this 'Nature' for we hardly know it's there?
And half the population really don't show if they care,
Maybe we all would benefit if we took time to see
Just what there is there out there…….. and it's ours, for you and me.
© John Pemberton 1997
