On Being Foolish Poem by Helen Crutchett

Don't be foolish said the Sun...
Don't be fooled, said the Moon...

Your eyelids are heavy with sleep
The World turns without you...

You, with scaled eyes seeking
The narrow arid path...

Does not the sky know of
The vines readiness to shed...

The grapes are ready for sweet wine
When the Dawn comes be ready...

Sip the poured nectar of life from the cup
Lest you remain in ignorance and sleep
Forever ~