Stepping Lightly
Beneath the passage of the sun
I surrender thoughts to a mindless haze
and turn my eyes around to gaze
upon the wave of rolling hills,
where tender grass is ever growing--
Where cattle graze, with sounds of lowing
among the fragrant flowers, wild
I will smile and play, just like a child..
and will try my best, with careful step
to crush not life, not even one...
For in the blades of tender grass
that turns to gold upon the fall
are villages, in burrows small
Their lives must count, both great and small,
where smallest ants cast long dark shadows,
and workers strive to build a shelter
Each precious life, that forges hallows
are made by God, forever hallowed
I will smile and play, just like a child..
and will try my best, with careful step
to crush no life, not even one...
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