Standing there beside the lake;
Feasting my eyes on the expanse of the water,
the lush pastures, the majesty of the fells;
Listening to the lap-lapping of the water on the pebbles and rocky edges;
The breeze caressing my face;
Breathing in the clean, fresh air – deep, deep into my lungs until my chest feels like bursting,
I am reminded of a poem by William Davies, one we learned at school many moons ago:
What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.
No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.
No time to turn at Beauty’s glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.
No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.
A poor life this is if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
Makes you think, doesn’t it?
