Spring Morning
Where am I Going? I don't quite know.
Down to the streams where the king-cups grow -
Up to the hill where the pine-trees blow -
Anywhere, anywhere, I don't know
Where am I going? The clouds sail by,
Little ones, baby ones, over the sky.
Where am I going? The shadows pass,
Little ones, baby ones, over the grass
If you were a cloud, and sailed up there,
You'd sail on the water as blue as air,
And you'd see me here in the fields and say:
"Doesn't the sky look green today?
Where am I going, The high rooks call:
"It's awful fun to be born at all,"
Where am I going? The ring-doves coo:
"We do have beautiful things to do."
If you were a bird, and lived on high,
You'd lean on the wind when the wind came by,
You'd say to the wind when it took you away:
"That's where I wanted to go today!"
Where am I going? I don't quite know.
What does it matter where people go?
Down to the wood where the blue-bells grow -
Anywhere, anywhere. I don't know.
~A.A. Milne - "When we were young..."
It expresses the feeling of being lost in such a wonderful world... We often tried to figure things out in the world. We try to solve things, yet we don't know what it means. If we had realized in the first place of where we are actually standing. It might have been very helpful to understand the values inside it... Yet it was often mistaken.. Life can creates a stir in every way. It drives you away, or it makes you stay..
Where am I going? I don't quite know... Anywhere, anywhere... I don't quite know...
You say to the wind when it took you away:
That's where I wanted to go today
