Not a four letter word,
                                    chase the birds and                           with this
                                                            ­        discover bliss,
Under Heaven, there is time for everything, even this,

Can't be art, or are you nature?
This can reflect your posture.

to smile for all seasons
need not one reason

Vigorous pulse and impulsive
Sleep is wasted, and repulsive,


This is to die for in a fight
It ain't right, war
but it is the way
of the world, and of old men.