Appreciation poem

By Anonymous -
Sunrise, sunset.
A breath of wind,
has time gone by.
Seconds to minutes,
minutes to hours.
Tick - tock.
No time’s enough.
To stop and smell the roses,
an impossible feat.
To listen.
To just listen.
To the soft rustle of leaves in the wind.
To the roar of waves crashing against the shore.
The ginger touch of morning frost settled on the lawn.
To stand still, and embrace the sun’s warmth like an old friend.
No.
The clock keeps ticking,
the world keeps spinning.
We have no time,

to appreciate.

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