Does the Swallow Dream of Flying

Does the swallow dream of flying

As it sleeps on the wing

Does it long for the summer

As it flies home for spring

Does Daisy feel a sadness

At the last rays of sun

Does the wind feel a gladness

At the work that it's done

I won't go making mountains

Out of molehills

Any more

I won't go chasing windmills

Round in circles

Any more

I won't go preaching sermons

To the choir what's it for?

I won't go through the motions anymore

Does the river ever wonder

What will come round the bend?

As it twists and meanders

Down its slow descent

I looked out over London

With my last cup of tea

My gaze was returned by

Grey cloud and steel