Looking through the trees as though they were days of my life,
some fallen, broken, knotted in strife;
it is hard to see the those which are untorn, healthy, and straight.
Memories come up of thing not left undone,
tallying up the bad things I once done.
When these come up I now say, “Hay just wait!”
“What should I learn here before it is too late!”
Time and again it seams the lesson to learn,
Stop doing things rashly,
stop, think, settle the churn.
some fallen, broken, knotted in strife;
it is hard to see the those which are untorn, healthy, and straight.
Memories come up of thing not left undone,
tallying up the bad things I once done.
When these come up I now say, “Hay just wait!”
“What should I learn here before it is too late!”
Time and again it seams the lesson to learn,
Stop doing things rashly,
stop, think, settle the churn.