Is it a waste of time, just looking
At the wildlife all around?
Or the squirrel as he scampers
To where nuts can be found?
At the blossom trees, in Springtime,
As their dainty branches fill,
With the pastel pink, rich flowers,
Sheltering the daffodil.
Is it a waste of time just listening,
To the birdsong from a tree?
To the many sounds in the woodlands,
Or the rough and noisy sea?
To the sound of seagulls screaming,
As they swoop and dive for food,
To the wind rustling in the branches,
Or the rain in stormy mood?
Is it waste of time, remembering
Our happy childhood days?
The sacrifice of parents
In so many varied ways?
The burning strong ambition,
That's all part of being young,
And the love that has been given,
And the songs that have been sung?
Is it a waste of time just doing
An impractical, fun thing,
Maybe listening or looking,
Or watching children on a swing?
In a time of meditation,
When the mind is filled, with all
The beauty that surrounds us
It's not wasted time at all.