Where am I going? I don't quite know.
Down to the stream where the king-cups grow -
Up on the hill where the pine-trees blow -
Anywhere, anywhere. I don't know.
 
Where am I going? The clouds sail by,
Little ones, baby ones, over the sky.
Where am I going? The shadows pass,
Little ones, baby ones, over the grass.
 
If you were a cloud, and sailed up there,
You’d sail on water as blue as air,
And you’d see me here in the fields and say:
‘Doesn’t the sky look green today?’
 
Where am I going? The high rooks call:
‘It’s awful fun to be born at all.’
Where am I going? The ring doves coo:
‘We do have beautiful things to do.’
 
If you were a bird, and lived on high,
You’d lean on the wind when the wind came by.
You’d say to the wind when it took you away:
‘That’s where I wanted to go today!’
 
Where am I going? I don't quite know.
What does it matter where people go?
Down to the woods where the blue-bells grow -
Anywhere, anywhere. I don't know.
 
.....................................A. A. Milne
.....................................‘Spring Morning’
.....................................When we were very young