Catharsis II

In this world, we seldom see,
The little things that come to thee.
For as we hustle, and bustle, and progress,
We tend to oversee the best.
As time goes by and our hour grows short,
We let it fly, no remorse.
How can we see those pretty things,
Those so simple, a smile it always brings.
When we dont take time to slow it down,
To see the beauty, relaxed and unwound.
We will miss it in a blink,
Maybe we should take our time, dont you think.