This Life

The day is bright and sunny, The world’s a lovely place, Unless you’re hurt or poor or sick Or reeling in disgrace. The trees are big with blossoms, The sky a brilliant blue, But those who grapple with despair Won’t notice such a view. The air is crisp and pleasant, The birdsong sweet and clear, Though anyone who’s suffering Won’t notice or won’t hear. This life is filled with beauty, Which has Nature to reveal it, Yet only those without deep woes Can find a way to feel it.