Beezer
Well-known Member
“I’ve heard it said the world’s a dismal place. But I know better . . .
for I have seen the dawn, and walked in the splendor of a morn-
ing’s sun . . . blinked at the brilliance of the dew, and beheld
the gold and crimson of an autumn landscape.
I’ve heard it said the world is sad. I can’t agree . . .
for I have heard the cheerful songs of feathered masters . . .
heard the low laughter of the leaves, and everlasting chuckle
of a mountain brook.
I’ve heard it said the world’s a musty, sordid thing. It can’t be true . . .
for I have seen the rain . . . watched it bathe the earth, the very
air . . . and I have seen the sky, newly scrubbed and spotless,
blue from end to end . . . and I’ve watched the winter’s snow drape
tree and bush, to look like Nature’s freshly laundered
linen hung dry.
I’ve heard it said the world is evil. But they are wrong . . .
for I have known its people . . . watched them die to save a
freedom, bleed to save a life . . . spend of themselves to stem
disaster, give of their wealth to ease distress . . . and I have
watched them live, love, and labor . . . watched them hope,
dream, and pray, side by side.
I’ve heard them say these things. But I would disagree . . .
because for every shadow, I have seen a hundred rays of light
. . . for every plaintive note, I’ve heard a symphony of joy . . .
for every pennyweight of bad, I have found a ton of good . . .
good in Nature, in people, in the world.
And I’m thankful I belong.” — Author Unknown
for I have seen the dawn, and walked in the splendor of a morn-
ing’s sun . . . blinked at the brilliance of the dew, and beheld
the gold and crimson of an autumn landscape.
I’ve heard it said the world is sad. I can’t agree . . .
for I have heard the cheerful songs of feathered masters . . .
heard the low laughter of the leaves, and everlasting chuckle
of a mountain brook.
I’ve heard it said the world’s a musty, sordid thing. It can’t be true . . .
for I have seen the rain . . . watched it bathe the earth, the very
air . . . and I have seen the sky, newly scrubbed and spotless,
blue from end to end . . . and I’ve watched the winter’s snow drape
tree and bush, to look like Nature’s freshly laundered
linen hung dry.
I’ve heard it said the world is evil. But they are wrong . . .
for I have known its people . . . watched them die to save a
freedom, bleed to save a life . . . spend of themselves to stem
disaster, give of their wealth to ease distress . . . and I have
watched them live, love, and labor . . . watched them hope,
dream, and pray, side by side.
I’ve heard them say these things. But I would disagree . . .
because for every shadow, I have seen a hundred rays of light
. . . for every plaintive note, I’ve heard a symphony of joy . . .
for every pennyweight of bad, I have found a ton of good . . .
good in Nature, in people, in the world.
And I’m thankful I belong.” — Author Unknown