The nearest place to utopia of i will ever know
My love for Mother Nature it only seems to grow,
The brown skylark is carolling melodious and clear
Lost to my vision in the cloud world though his music i can hear
Why should i wish for heaven when heaven it is here
The darkened nothingness of death is all that i do fear,
In Nature’s greening garden less than a week from Spring
The weather getting milder the birds whistle and sing
As long as good health is with me the lust for life will survive
For to welcome in another Spring ’tis great to be alive
The nesting birds are singing it is that time of year
And why should i wish for heaven when heaven it is here?

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