On Wanting to Watch the Grass Grow

Time is but a fleeting breath

A mad rush to go somewhere

To spin on life's carousel

I long to jump off the endless ride

I want to fly far from the chaos

And sit in a green meadow

Surrounded by wildflowers and butterflies

Covered by a blue blanket of sky

I want to watch the grass grow

Find wisdom in silence

For a second spent in nature

Is worth more than a thousand seconds on that wretched ride

That never stops turning.