I watched a star and saw it fall,
I felt the wind and heard it call,
I reached for sky and touched a tree,
I spied a bird, it flew past me.
I smelled a bud not yet full grown
I tread the grass the rain had sown.
I wished upon a mountain’s peak
That God might teach my tongue to speak.
I knew my way and yet was lost
I took the time, the risk, the cost,
Still all the laudits I have earned
And all the lessons I have learned
With all the things that I may do
Are much too small and far too few.