Leaves glowing in the sun, zealous hum of bumblebees, <br />From afar, from somewhere beyond the river, echoes of lingering voices <br />And the unhurried sounds of a hammer gave joy not only to me. <br />Before the five senses were opened, and earlier than any beginning <br />They waited, ready, for all those who would call themselves mortals, <br />So that they might praise, as I do, life, that is, happiness.<br /><br />Czeslaw Milosz<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-hour-5/
