Quick, quick, hurry, hurry
time is passing with a flurry
Things to do, no time to linger
life is caught up in a wringer
But whoa, whoa, let's slow the pace
life need not be an all-out race
What of life's gifts that pass on by
as treasures lost to make one cry
Seasons' colors and nature's beauty
ask for time for us to see
A slower pace allows some focus
as life's wonders beg for notice
A leaf, a cloud, a summer shower
a rainbow's arc, a full moon's power
A child's giggle, a lover's sigh
a sweet embrace, a refreshing cry
An open mind, a relaxing breath
a calm acceptance of life and death
The invitation is ours to ponder
as we focus on a life of wonder
Mark Bratlie
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-slower-pace/
