Admire the soft blades of grass,
And wish life would pause in that moment.
I used to stand still.
Unwilling to look past heavy clouds
And I wish it was the same as racing forward—
But all the while I was moving
Spinning forward in time—
Growing into this person I've become
And I wish to never be still again.
Photocredit: Unsplash.com/Camila Cordeiro |
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