"Fields have eyes and woods have ears." ~John Heywood
There is a sermon that is never preached
Yet songs ring out like prayers on every leaf
It is a plea it is a cause
For what could be and what once was
Complacent ears can never hear
The song of woe that rings so clear
But open hearts and open minds
Can hear each part and every line
They become a vocalist in the choir
And learn to sing and never tire
It is a plea it is a cause
For what could be and what once was.
“The true meaning of life is to plant trees, under whose
shade you do not expect to sit.”
~Nelson
Henderson
