Like the calm movement of the waves
We are taught to move with the quickness
Of bees in the hive
Never stopping to smell the flowers
From the tender age of a young bud
Our lesson is to reach and achieve
Climbing the ladder of success
With no remorse of those we step on
We go without any clear destination in mind
When does it end?
But the wind blows to reminds us
Thoughts on the hustle and bustle of life and taking a step back to remember to breathe and be one with yourself every now and then.