We run around being busy,
And call it a life.
But real life is the slowness
It is the morning cuddles with your daughter
As you lay in bed.
It is noticing the five different colours of the sky
During sunrise and sunset.
It is walking through the woods,
Seeing the beauty of freshly fallen snow
Linger in the trees.
Life’s best moments don’t appear when you are
Busy running races.
They are found when you stop to smell the flowers
Along the way.