It took the great oak many years
To grow so tall and strong;
And from it's teachings we should learn
That swiftness is all wrong.
The hurried pace that tenses nerves
And leads to lack of sleep
Will jog us down the race of time
With not a friend to keep.
If we could learn to just slow down
And wallow through the day,
'Mid flower beds and spider webs
And children drenched in play;
If we'd take time to give a smile
In payment for a frown;
We all might find a better world
If we'd ,in fact, slow down.
Ruthmarie Brooks Silver
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