In a world of
hasty hearts and racing minds,
Where time is
gold and minutes are kind,
It's easy to
forget the gentle art,
Of taking things
slow, and savoring each part.
But oh, the joy
that can be found,
In the slow and
steady, the quiet sound,
Of footsteps
that pause, and hands that hold,
And the gentle
breeze that whispers, "You're bold."
It does not
matter how slowly you go,
As long as you
do not stop, you know,
For in the
journey, there's power and might,
In the slow and
steady, day and night.
So take your
time, and don't be in a rush,
For life is a
journey, not a crush,
And the beauty
of slow, you'll soon discern,
In the rhythm of
life, you'll learn and yearn.
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