No Time

No Time

What of this life if full of wear

We have no time to sit and stare

No time to lie in meadow grass

And stare at clouds as they scud past

No time for all of lifes wise graces

No time because of lifes fast paces

No time for dreams

No time it seems

For all the things that life enriches

The smell of pine, the taste of peaches

What of this life if full of worry

We have no time to say I’m sorry

No time to walk along a shore

And stare at sand and think of more

No time to see the comos turn

No time to stroke a forest fern

No time for laughs

No time for smiles

No time to match a fleeing task

For fear of falling on our ass!