What it is, it wouldn't be,
If skies were not so vast and free;
Nor would the rose its blush display,
If dawn did not outshine the day.
What it wouldn't be, it would,
If dreams were lost within the wood;
If stars did hide their silver light,
And shadows ruled the silent night.
What it is, it wouldn't be,
Without the song of every tree;
Nor would the brook its whispers share,
If silence hung too thick to bear.
What it wouldn't be, it would,
If hearts forgot what once they could;
If love did fade and hope did cease,
Then life itself would lose its peace.
What it is, it wouldn't be,
And what wouldn't be, it would.
