We Must Tell Her

We Must Tell Her Take me through your lovely meadows Take me through your fields of corn Let me rest awhile, upon your haystacks Let me taste and greet your morn Let me see your ocean waters Let me hear them lap, on your sandy shore, Let the sun break through night’s darkness Bringing morning to us once more Truth is we take it all for granted We expect to see it when we awake And if it rains instead of sunshine We blame her for the mistake Time keeps flashing by so quickly There is so little time to share We must thank old Mother Nature We must tell her that we care Michael Christopher Daly Dec. 9, 2008