Outside the whistling has begun,
reminds him of a time,
tying lures and gathering sun,
waiting by a river’s lime,
hours of leisure to scan the water
to watch the rise in spring
while society in all of its bother
cannot disrupt this life’s sing.
Yet, when we are constant remind
mirror spacious waters in sight
a forest of life will cross our mind
a singular branch has blight.
Our moral lives may present at length
To know sweet goodness has strength
