I heard the whistle of a train
As it sped swiftly on its way;
And as it ever fainter grew
I fancied I could hear it say,
"Come fly with me to worlds afar:
Away from all the noise and rush -
Where there is time to rest awhile
And hear the singing of a thrush;
"Where you can lie on cool, green grass
And gaze up in the azure sky,
While being fanned by dancing leaves,
As soft, white clouds go drifting by.
"Come stroll beside a rippling stream
From whence pure, sparkling water flows;
Sit down beneath a willow tree;
Forget the world with all its woes."
A slave to turmoil, stress, and strife
God never meant for man to be;
He made the woodland and the plains
As it sped swiftly on its way;
And as it ever fainter grew
I fancied I could hear it say,
"Come fly with me to worlds afar:
Away from all the noise and rush -
Where there is time to rest awhile
And hear the singing of a thrush;
"Where you can lie on cool, green grass
And gaze up in the azure sky,
While being fanned by dancing leaves,
As soft, white clouds go drifting by.
"Come stroll beside a rippling stream
From whence pure, sparkling water flows;
Sit down beneath a willow tree;
Forget the world with all its woes."
A slave to turmoil, stress, and strife
God never meant for man to be;
He made the woodland and the plains
So that man's spirit could be free!
~ Vera Baisel
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