People who live earnestly Are they happier? Are they quieter? Are they paragons of goodwill? Or Are they dementors? Painhandlers? Narrowly escaped from hell.
They know when to shut up and listen They discern the scent of flowers unseen Autumn leaves fight to hit their feet Birds chirping the morning breeze Secretly nod as they leave their seat.
Those who hold this particular gift Are indeed as they intent Upon this abundant green earth Swaying on the see-saw as they see fit.
