The Inevitable Rush

 

As the season slowly turns,

Childhood’s gentle wave of change unfolds,

The baby innocence makes its transition,

Shaping their little faces,

Now curious, playful and bold

What’s the rush ?

Why the haste ?

There’s no need to hurry.

Wobbly legs take cautious steps,

Then confident strides quickly follow,

New feelings of dew and grass between their toes,

Yet another sensation,

Something different is in store tomorrow,

What’s the rush ?

Why the haste ?

There’s no need to hurry.

The great, vast intimidating world,

Full of expectations with milestones and goals to meet,

Losing the joy of small discoveries,

Put it quietly to the Universe

To delay its fast paced beat,

What’s the rush ?

Why the haste ?

There’s no need to hurry.