Now close the windows and hush all the fields:
If the trees must, let them silently toss;
No bird is singing now, and if there is,
Be it my loss.
It will be long ere the marshes resume,
It will be long ere the earliest bird:
So close the windows and not hear the wind,
But see all wind-stirred.
Be glad your nose is on your face, not pasted on some other place
for if it were where it is not, you might dislike your nose a lot.
Imagine if your precious nose were sandwiched in between your toes,
that clearly would not be a treat, for you'd be forced to smell your feet.
Your nose would be a source of dread were it attached atop your head,
it soon would drive you to despair, forever tickled by your hair.
Within your ear, your nose would be an absolute catastrophe,
for when you were obliged to sneeze, your brain would rattle from the breeze.
Your nose, instead, through thick and thin, remains between your eyes and chin,
not pasted on some other place--be glad your nose is on your face!