"What Is This Life, Is Full of Care,We Have No Time to Stand and Stare?

Have you no time to ponder wonderingly on the height of the skies?

Have you no time to smile gracefully at the beauty of the dark night stars?

Have you no time to appreciate the sound of absolute nothingness?
The smell of the rain off the highway, as you drive back home on a cold rainy day?
The grimace of a baby following its first breath, ever so peaceful, ever so plain?
The beauty of little school girls rocking their backpacks on their morning walk to school, cuddled together, chatting forever?
The wrinkles of an old man spreading out in a thankful smile as you slow down, making for him a way?
The endearing glimmer of your Mum's
eyes as you come home having run errands for her, all day?
The squeezing hug of a 10 year old sister as she welcomes you, regardless all your dismay?
The muscle strain at the end of your workout, albeit being too much of a pain?


Have you no time to breathe in the morning graceful breeze, as you walk across Gama'a Bridge?

Have you no time to look up at the flock of birds, ever so bold and free?

Have you no time to grasp the pain of others, and wipe it off with a smile of yours?
The misery of mothers bearing sick kids, and lighten it up with a word or two of reassurance that you can feign?
The aching hearts of the homeless, and drop a penny or two before they even complain?

Have you no time to cherish the happy moments with those you love, striving to please them and swelling with pride knowing your attempts weren't in vain?

Have you no time to see the love couples are being driven with, ever so beautifully, ever so swiftly?
The barking of a dog protecting her little babies?
The cracked-up hands of a carpenter, bleeding, yet blessed with contentment for his righteousness?


In the midst of our lives, moments pass by almost like a blur, we're often too preoccupied to notice those little things that are just so inherently beautiful...little things that add contrast to our lives, making us more aware of the blessings we have, and coloring up new portraits to be hung next to the endless tales of our own...

"What is this life, is full of care,we have no time to stand and stare?"
-W.H. Davies