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Eden Bypassed by Wayne Majors February 28, 2007 It was always there to see But til now, I never saw The sunlight shining through the trees In the mist of early dawn, Leaves frolicking from tree to lake, The gentle circles that are born As the mirrored surface breaks In the first light of the morn. It was always there to see But 'til now I never saw, I didn't have the time. It was always there to hear But 'til now, I never heard The chorus bright and full of cheer Of a dozen laughing birds, The sound of nuts as they are hurled Into a rustling leafy bed, Winter's food for a hungry squirrel, These joyous sounds now fill my head. They were always there to hear But 'til now I never heard, I didn't have the time. It was always there to take But 'til now, I never took The cool fresh breeze from o'er the lake, The giggling water in the brook. It's all I need to bring me joy, To fill my heart with love's sweet peace, To turn me back from man to boy And end my search for golden fleece. It was always there to take But 'til now I never took, I didn't have the time. It was always here to live But few have found the time for life. I pray this age will want to give The next age peace and joy, not strife. I pray we'll keep the leaves and trees, The lakes and the nuts and the squirrel, The singing birds, the gentle breeze, For the youth of a future world. Pray life will still be here to live, And they will have the time. About the author: I'm a retired pastor, married 40 years to Sharon (a retired special education teacher). She plays bass and I play guitar and we do music and humor programs for churches and other groups. I've written poetry for many years, for my own enjoyment and expression. | | | |
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