Even Clouds

When the hour weighs heavy,

When the next job is hard,

When fever encroaches yard by yard,

When long use has made the day seem dull,

When that light touch

You had years ago,

When you woke excited to the new morning

And with a list of things to do,

Has gone, long gone,

Then look at the trees that shelter you.

Look at the lane

That leads you on.

Look at the river

Content between its banks,

Flowing on.  Flowing on.

Look up at the sky.  Look up!  Look up!

Even the clouds have their music,

If you will only listen.

Even clouds. Even clouds.

Even clouds have their music

If you will only stop a while

And, even if just for a moment,

Look up and listen.