One bright summer day,just before the fall
of the evening tide
Took i a walk along a garden path
Amid the growing grass,beneath a citrus tree
There i sat beside a rose
Alone amongst the wise
I niched my thoughts on thoughts on things that have been
All that is and those to come
I thoughts of many souls
Who now are not,but were theirs or soon would be
But now belong to others to use as whimed
Yet,on and on,men go tro and fro,they lope across the globe
Acquiring wealth and learning more and more
Neglecting their hungry souls
As the day wore on
The clouds grew grey and sang with a thundering sound
As rain filtered down the fruit tree
I journey home with one thought in mind
To give all that is mine for all that could be mine.
