The Little Flowers By The Roadside

i think that as a nation, we don't stop and stare often enough. there are times when we rush through life and fail to see the gradual changes around us. the blooming of the wild orchids in the trees on the way to the bus stop. the lizard scurrying on its way to the next tree. the pigeon squashed on the street. the neighbourhood kids who have grown up and gone to university. the way the wanton mee uncle flicks his scoop. sometimes one need to find time in the whole rush of life to breathe a bit.

here's a little poem:

"What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.
No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.
No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.
No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.
No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.
A poor life this is if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare."

W.H. Davies

*note: this whole entry does not apply to accidents on expressways! please drive on!*