As It Is?

I see the trees, the grass and life

along the countryside.

Oh life like this is beautiful

and wondrous to behold.

Not ever a single problem

never trouble or even grief.

This beauty is never bothered

by deceit or disbelief.

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Who ever hear of warring leaves

or fighting shafts of wheat?

Or graft among the tiny flowers

or arson in the peat?

Who ever heard of bombing rains

or rape among the frogs?

If life was simple like this country place

We wouldn't be going to the dogs.