The train of life moves too fast.
We sit it in, watching life pass as us by.
A blur of activities, events, loss, gains, love and hate.
Seeing glimpses of beauty but not stopping to enjoy it.
Seeing a butterfly flutter about but not stopping to smell the rose that attracted the bee
Just for today
I’m going to stop.
Stop long enough to experience life.
Stop long enough see the beauty in the sky
Stop long enough to paint my art into the fabric life
Stop long enough to see all the vivid riotous colours of the world.
Stop just long enough to breathe.
Happy Birthday to Me!