There exists the blue sky filled with plushy cloud,

In vibrant rays of the sun shining bright;

And all the sparrows singing tunes aloud;

In smooth breeze, all trees shake from left to right.

If one pair of eyes busy so to see

A scene such mild, those eyes are ever blind.

How other things illustrious may be,

If peace and quiet not found in one's mind.

And their ears never hear if they have not

Heard what nature talks in its loving way;

And tongues don't taste and noses just smell rot,

If fair of nature not toured I would say.

Which life's worth to not enjoy all things fine?

Too busy on ground to look up to sky!