Dream Life

                                       I love to sit in silence Beneath the shady trees And listen to the song of birds And to the buzz of bees.             I love to sit in silence And watch the clouds roll by Then read a book or sing a song And hear the wild bird cry. I love to sit in silence When the day is almost done And see behind the distant hill The paint glow of the sun. I love to sit in silence In the evening twilight And listen to the whippor- will Singing with all its might I love to sit in silence Beneath the starry sky And pray to all in earnest To Live in silence all the while.

                                        I sit beside the fire and think  of all that I have seen, of meadow-flowers and butterflies in summers that have been; of yellow leaves and gossamer in autumns that there were, with morning mist and silver sun and wind upon my hair. I sit beside the fire and think  of how the world will be when winter comes without a spring that I shall ever see. For still there are so many things that I have never seen: in every wood in every spring  there is a different green. I sit beside the fire and think  of people long ago, and people who will see a world that I shall never know.