We watch the lazy butterfly <br />From bloom to bloom come flitting by, <br />And in the grass a cricket’s chirp <br />Tells us that he would never hurt <br />This quite, peaceful, summer day, <br />The little creatures on their way, <br />Buzzing about the whole day long, <br />Filling our senses with their song. <br />We watch all nature at its play, <br />As here atop this hill we lay. <br />How lazy seems this sunlit world— <br />No hurried pace, no traffic snarl. <br />O little bee, your hive awaits <br />The harvest of your lazy pace. <br />As homeward now you wing your way, <br />Carrying the proceeds of your day, <br />You do not stop to look at us, <br />Or wonder why we’re lying thus, <br />Or why we gaze up in the sky. <br />You do not even lift your eyes <br />To watch the clouds up in the blue. <br />Are we the lazy ones not you?<br /><br />Adeline Foster<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sunlight-s-world/
