The robin sat upon the gate <br />with sideways head much int'rested <br />as in the fallow fields below <br />the cows are grazing unmoving slow. <br />The sheep played and did not sleep <br />together they roamed to reap <br />the goodness from the grass <br />that greenly grows beneath their feet. <br />Clouds obscured a bright lit sky <br />as thoughts upon an open mind <br />slowly passed on by, <br />slowly passed on by. <br />Across the valley deep <br />the hills rose in a gentle sweep <br />reaching gently for the sky <br />they did not reach up high. <br /> <br />Nature does not try, nature does not try <br />with ease it follows its own unfolding <br />as sages o'er the country roaming. <br />They do not try, they do not try. <br />The robin approached a little closer <br />he did not fly, he did not fly. <br />The cows they paused in grazing <br />and sheep they didn't ask <br />why eat grass, why eat grass? <br />Clouds they opened in the sky <br />and passed on by, passed on by. <br />And as like the hills across the valley <br />my soul reached out <br />and flew up high, flew up high.<br /><br />David Taylor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/flying-high-5/
