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.