They float from tree to ground.
Peacefully, they seek out food.
There is no hurry, no rush --
just a task to be done.
Soon, they will leave my backyard.
Traveling from here to there.
They are merely passing through.
Smiling, I wish them well.
I am too rushed, too hurried.
Life is to be lived and enjoyed.
Everyday moments hold wonder.
Slow down, take them in.
Lisa McIntosh
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