As you walk upon this earth, miss
not a thing.
As it is a one time deal so to
every moment cling.
Look at all the different flowers
each has a beauty of its own.
Smell not just the roses their
beauty is not alone.
Look all around you so much beauty
The grandeur of a setting sun or
the falling of a leaf.
Listen to the songs of birds for to
each its own.
A whip-or-will calling or a mocking
The calling of the crows as they
fly on high.
The song of the whispering pines as
the wind passes buy.
Marvel not at just the sun for the
moon also shines.
Animals made by clouds since the
beginning of time.
The roar of the mighty ocean or the
whisper of a creek.
The call of a wolf or the wren that
The sound of thunder, the croak of
The splash of water, as it leaps
from a log.
The day fades away the beginning of
The hoot of an owl, or a
nightingale in flight.
The crow of a rooster, as dawn
The sounds of life, as it wakes
The calmness of a pond, the sound
of a restless sea.
The freshness in the air, and the
hum of a bee.
Dirt dobbers at work, the sound of
A meadow lark sings, and a
When you know all of this, and
walked instead of run,
found beauty in everything,
you have learned to live, my son.
- The late
Carl Allen was a local historian from Auburndale, Florida