A quick little poem for day twenty. Enjoy :)
T is for Time.
It's strange,
isn't it? How
humans are so
obsessed
with the concept
of time.
We need more
hours in a day,
days in a week.
We rush, rush,
stressing
to get everything done.
Rarely, do we stop
to breathe deep,
put down our phones,
daydream,
stare at the stars,
take time for ourselves.
A moment
to stop
and put away
the devices attached,
almost permanently,
to our hands.
Take a step back,
smell roses,
listen to the singing birds,
and just be.
I like!
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