Afternoon on a Hill by Edna St. Vincent Millay – The Meaning Of Life.

“I will be the gladdest
thing, under the sun!

I will touch a hundred
flowers, and not pick one.

I will look at cliffs and
clouds, with quiet eyes,

Watch the wind bow
down the grass, and the grass rise.”…

There, I will catch nature at it’s best,

then I will wonder, ‘Why are we not aware

of the abundant peace that we have poisoned

with our enmity and perfidy? liberty is gone, we are in prisons,

why are we competiting so hard to earn so little?

Maybe, we are made each for something so special and unique,

so let’s choose our unique paths and stay there,

there’s enough for everybody, there’s excess.

“And when lights begin to show, up from the town,

I will mark which
must be mine, and then start down!”