Sloth shouldn’t be a sin
When life grows so quiet.
Not all at once,
But unseen for so long,
You only notice
When everything is taller.
Maybe slowness was never the problem at all
Because one day it’s you
That forgot to smell those roses.
Sloth shouldn’t be a sin,
But maybe haste should.
In a world that asks rivers to straighten,
Trees to grow faster,
And people to become tomorrow
Before they have lived today.
Dogs understand the things we don’t.
They don’t chase tomorrow.
They find enough joy
In footsteps at the door.
Trees have learned the patience we no longer keep.
They spend centuries reaching upward
Without ever racing for the sky.
It seems it is us
Who forgot that life doesn’t rush to exist,
That forests grow in silence,
That moss doesn’t sprint to stone.
Sloth shouldn’t be a sin.