Haste

We race through life, with haste at hand.

Moments fleeting, like sparks in night,

Lost in the whirlwind, out of sight.

Yet amidst the frenzy, a whisper's plea,

To pause, to breathe, to simply be.

For time's swift stride, relentless pace,

Leaves little room for quiet grace.

In slowing down, we find what's true,

In stillness lies a different view.

The world unfolds its beauty rare,

When we relinquish frantic care.

So let us linger, in this fleeting hour,

Embrace the calm, release the power.

For in the gentle slowing down we find,

A richness in life, serene and kind.