Americans long to travel in a foreign land,
To sail on the rolling sea,
Yet, never take time to intensely delve
On the life of an assiduous bee.
They travel new high-ways at upmost speed,
And glance over fields by the hour,
With no desire to learn first hand
The name of a lovely wild flower.
Every one is craving a higher degree,
In the hope of improving the mind,
Unmindful, that greatness come to those
Who never forget to be kind.
We have progressed so fast and traveled so far,
We seem to have lost the art,
Of grasping the joy in simple things,
And kindness that comes from the heart.