I can't seem to concentrate br When forced to do the things I hate br Like wearily hopping out of bed br When I'd rather go to sleep instead. br I can't seem to grab a hold br Of summer's heat and winter's cold br But the spring flowers and autumn leaves br Do lend an ear and allay my fears. br I can't seem to comprehend br Why some rejoice while others rend; br But a grateful heart though timid be br Can warm the earth from land to sea.br br Euriel C.