It took the great oak many years to grow so tall and strong;
And from its teachings we should learn that swiftness is all wrong.
The hurried pace that tenses nerves and leads to lack of sleep
Will jog us down the race of time with not a friend to keep.
If we could learn to just slow down and wallow through the day,
'Mid flower beds and spider webs and children drenched in play;
If we'd take time to give a smile in payment for a frown;
We all might find a better world if we'd, in fact, slow down.
Ruthamrie Brooks Silver