Why don't we

Why don't we fly through the flowers on dragonfly wings?

Or hark to the lark on her rise to the skies as she sings?

Why don't we ride on a rainbow, the wind in our hair?

Or lie on our backs in the sun with our feet in the air?

But could we? - and should we? - and shall we? - and dare we? - but when?

Perhaps we should wait a bit longer, and ponder, and then - 

Maybe we'll never do anything ever again!