What is this life if if, full of care,
we have no time to stand and stare.
No time to stand beneath the boughs
And Stare as long as sheep and cows
No time to see when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.
W.H. Davies from the poem ‘Leisure’
To be continued, but if you haven’t the time to wait, you can find the poem in full here