What's the Rush?
What’s the rush, dear traveler, where must you go so fast?
The moments you are skipping are the ones that truly last.
The sunrise waits for no one, but it paints the sky each day,
A masterpiece in motion, yet you rush to look away.
Slow your driving, ease your pace, let the world unfold,
The road ahead is safer when your grip is calm and bold.
Trees whisper ancient stories, hills wear their emerald gown,
The beauty’s there to greet you—if you’d only slow it down.
When the table calls you to its humble, hearty spread,
Taste each morsel, let it linger; life is nourished when well-fed.
Rushing meals leaves empty plates but starving hearts behind,
Savor every flavor—feed the body, soul, and mind.

















































