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 if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
W.H. Davies (1871-1940)
W.H. Davies was a Welsh writer, professional tramp, and one of the most popular poets of his time. He was also a man who appreciated one of life's greatest luxuries: leisure. Not leisure in the way that so many of us pursue it, by stuffing entertainment in our eyes, but by letting the entertainment of nature and beauty come to us.
Words & Music by Mike Power 