Traveling through time
racing to you
the words "to smell a rose"
Pull me to a slow
Look, wonder and appreciate all around
Slow to a pace of a snail
Watch all you see with new eyes, slow eyes
Let your mid see what you cannot see
Colors are there.. raw and full of life
Ready to be seen
Life is never black and white
Brilliance of life, colors not dull
A passing of a snails time am I
Slow the pace is not a clock's disgrace
ReplyDeletebut lessons learned in time
Through blurred eyes we seek
only see in streaks
and miss the smallest chimes
Life is slow itself.. dont rush it before your time ..beautiful :)