So parents panic as I speak
Last minute books and pens to buy
It's rat-race time for our small fry!
But hey, we need a pool of calm
Why must we rush? Where's the alarm?
The skies are clear - it's August still
The wealth of nature is a thrill.
Berries burgeon in profusion
Glowing plums in ripe collusion
The evenings light, are warm enough
Yet we drown in senseless “stuff”.
The Season's on the turn, it's true
But we can also start anew
Become objective, live with less
And rationalize this futile stress!
(c) Poet in the woods 2015
No comments:
Post a Comment