The Ecstasy of life

Have you ever stopped to see,

The ecstasy of life before you,

In its roaring colors,

And its startling sensations,

And its technicolor vividness of being?

  I have, and so should you.

    Will you try for me,

      I pray you do?

Have you ever seen the sheep,

That bleat in their brilliant white fleeces,

That stay for a while,

Then drift away,

In their pale blue pastures above.

  I have, and so should you.

    Will you try for me,

      I pray you do?

Have you ever stopped to taste the taste,

Of muffins picked fresh from the oven,

With smooth chocolatey chips,

All warm and gooey,

In the cinnamon-spice dough so delightful?

  I have, and so should you.

    Will you try for me,

      I pray you do?

Have you ever heard the gentle sound,

Of sweet-song birds still chirping past dawn,

And the burbling of the brook,

And the hum-buzz of the bees,

All meeting in orchestral harmony?

  I have, and so should you.

    Will you try for me,

      I pray you do?

Have you ever stopped to smell the roses,

In their intriguing, sickening sweet,

In their headache scent,

And intoxicating bent,

As the Spring brings forth their bloom.

  I have, and so should you.

    Will you try for me,

      I pray you do?

Have you ever felt the Autumn wind,

With hands held close to Winter's,

As his icy breath blows,

Through your hair and your clothes,

And creeps like spiders down your spine?

  I have, and so should you.

    Will you try for me,

      I pray you do?

Too much, too much, is the ecstasy of life!

In its shouting prism of hues,

That go sadly unnoticed,

By all but the mad and the young.

So I am asking you now,

Will you take the time,

To open you eyes,

To see the world anew?

  I have, and so should you.

    Will you try for me,

      I beg of you?