Sometimes I think you have the right idea.
When you’re tired,
when you’ve had enough,
you just stop and lay down.
“That’s it”, you say.
“I’m finished. No more today.”
I wish I could do that,
just quit whenever I felt like it.
But we both know
that if you stay there,
you won’t taste the delicious, cold water in the stream
or the lush grass and sweet clover in the pasture
or the tart, crunchy apples under the tree.
So what do you say we take a walk?
Maybe we’ll find someone with a cookie?