Saturday, August 02, 2008


Still waters are comforting ... serene

The poem goes thus ...

What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.

No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.

No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.

No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.

No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.

A poor life this is if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

This is amazingly true of mine, and a lot of people’s lives today. It is commendable that W.H. Davis wrote this in the early 1900’s… I figure this is a poem that will always be very current. These days we long to see nature, wildlife and all the mush, cos all we see around us is concrete structures, traffic jams, terrorism and god knows what else.

Mountains and hills are always a treat to the eye, especially when roads wind around them seeming to go to an unknown destination...

The colors of nature brighten up our lives like nothing else...

But look at the concrete jungle encroaching upon nature... this is what we see each day!!! (This is a picture of the once 'Secret' lake at Hyderabad, which I heard of during school. A part of this lake is still around, but tragically, there's isn't any secret left here anymore!!)

Ironically, we long to be closer to nature, and yet choose to live this way....


Oreen said...

you need your place in the hills, woman...

Bill said...

I sort of see what you mean, but I think the office is actually pretty nice :-) There are lots of other places that need protection.