A Field Full of Roses

If I had another life

I would want to spend it all on some

unstinting happiness.

I would be a fox, or a tree

full of waving branches.

I wouldn't mind being a rose

in a field full of roses.

Fear has not yet occurred to them, nor ambition.

Reason they have not yet thought of.

Niether do they ask how long they must be roses, and then what.

Or any other foolish question.

Mary Oliver