Is it boring for you, when you’re alone in the dark?
Is it boring for you, when you’re asleep like a lark?
Is it boring for you, to see and to hear?
Is it boring for you, unless it is queer?
Well this is the time for you to know,
That the world’s full of splendour just waiting to blow.
Why have we accustomed ourselves to this noise?
These constant vibrations that have in them no voice?
Have you no concern for the sound of the trees?
The music brought to us by the wind and the leaves?
The smell of the water and the taste of the spring,
The light and the colours that would make anyone sing.
Leave the boredom behind and take a step outside,
Into the great outdoors with your infinite eye,
Let mind and soul be joined as one,
As your being finds reason and promise a ton.