WHEN THE WORLD STOPS TO REST

In the hustle and bustle of everyday life
we forget the small things that count most;
So eager to make a difference, we rush
far away from the peace of the seacoast.

The mountains still rise, beneath the skies,
and the birds soar high above all the land;
The clouds keep on moving, ever so slow -
it's a life lesson we don't yet understand.

We don't stop to take a fresh breath of air,
or to notice the wildflowers all in bloom -
How long has it been since you've given in,
to take a lesurely walk under the moon?

Have you noticed the stars shining so high,
so many miles above you in the night?
When were you amazed to see a deer graze
with a small fawn held firm in her sight?

Nature gives us so much, to see and touch,
and we need to pause in reflection now,
In silence she waits for us to slow down
and look at our life differently, somehow.

For when all is said and done, the only one
who will really understand what is best -
Is the one who will stop for a minute to see
all the beauty, when the world stops to rest.


Countrymom

Thanks for the inspiration, Poetic Bear!
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