Wind-fall Pace

In a world of talk and walk and show

Stop for a moment

let it snow

Watch the little bug crawl on the wall

Observe that building, dangerously tall

You will begin to feel that you're so small

Small enough to crawl out of your ego

Away from it all.

See the little pores on the cement wall

Stare into the fan, no phone, no call

Look into the horizon, stare at the sky's end

Stimulate yourself with a book so bent

That its little words begin to fall off its end

Let your imagination and creativity arise

Meet your old toys again for a playful surprise

Stare with hope into the distant mile

You will begin to live life, with a smile.