The trees tall did nothing at all.
The wind blew with nothing to do.
The hounds fed and went to bed.
The water flow as it just goes and goes.
The rock sunbathes for weekends and weekdays.
The clouds hang and the birds sang.
The world seems merry without a worry to carry.
We do seem so consumed
with monotonous actions and economic booms.
Set to explode right in our faces,
the world around us lives to fill spaces.
We continue on our path
and live without living,
a drowning bath.
Happiness for ourselves is worth giving.