The Quiet of the World

When there is too much to do

And never enough time to do it.

When the world expects so much

And I can only give a little.

When life goes by so quickly

That suddenly tomorrow is past:

I stop sometimes

And look around.

I realize

Life is simple:

In the smell of new rain.

In the warmth of the sun.

In the touch of the breeze.

In the eyes of a child.

In the blue of the sky.

And I find joy

In the quiet of the world.