People all around me are rushing
They are crushing the roses
Here I come one breath at a time
I stop and hold the broken petals in my hands
Teenagers running to classes
Bumping into one another
Here I come one breath at a time
Stopping to chat with friends and have a good laugh
Adults are speeding
Swerving into lanes and cutting each other off
Here I come one breath at a time
Letting people go on by and giving them the hand
People have this constant mind set of hurrying
That they forget that the little things matter most
I stopped and smelled the roses
I helped the little old lady cross the street
I watched the sunset
The sun and the moon forever separated against the same sky
I get called slow and represent a turtle
I smell the backwoods
I observe nature and the way people interact
I am in no hurry
We all have 24/7 hours in a day
I could die tomorrow and I would be satisfied
The hurried one would be rummaging with things for tomorrow
Their minds never at peace
I drift off with the clouds on tidal waves of the blue clear sky
I am a Sunday Stroller
I enjoy the little things
I stop and smell the long forgotten roses.