Sunlight’s World

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