“Thoughts Serene” by Gregg Hake
A verdant sight like none I’ve seen
Fills my mind with thoughts serene.
A field abuzz with bees on flowers,
As widening shadows mark the hours.
I think of man, his hectic pace,
For him life is naught but a race.
He rushes madly to and fro,
His purpose lost long ago.
Shall I, like man, be thus content,
To campaign forth, but not repent?
I dare say no, life has an aim-
‘Tis more than just a pointless game.