Natures metronome.



Breathe in the pace of nature, the leaf that’s slow to curl

The bird’s song of the morning, the flowers that unfurl.

The pace mankind is keeping is far too fast to see

The beauty that surrounds him, the truth that could set free.

Up torn from nature’s rooting we stumble on our way,

A frantic timescale keeping until our dying day.

So quit the giant “rat race”, breathe in deep and see,

The life that you are living ‘snot what’s cracked up to be.

The soul that is within you was not made for this pace,

So leave it all behind you and go and find some space.