So peaceful, warm, or coolly chilled, One sees the light and feels fulfilled; And yet some cry in pain of heart, For they see mem’ries, cold and dark. There are some, loving children’s cries, And see the peace in wild eyes, And there are those who fear the light, While still they feel the stench of night. To those who smile we say ‘sleep well’, And keep your perfumed tales to tell; To those who wish we all would die, We wish to ask you when, and why? To those who see the better land, We tell you, take your plough in hand And sow the seeds of knowledge now, So you may take the world in tow.   September 1976 (as amended) © Michael G Reid 1976-2011