Time to stop and smell the roses
you pass along your way,
Or wander down shady paths,
in your walks of everyday.
Smell the freshness of a new day born,
or feel the breath of the passing breeze,
Touch the dew drops of an early morn,
or skip amidst fresh fallen leaves.
Time to bask in the sunlight
of each passing day,
Or enjoy a moonlit night -
romancing till the crack of day.
If only we had all this time on our hands,
we'd do all this and more,
And count the blessings in our lives
and things we have to show.
But mostly we'd take much more time,
as much as we could spend,
To share our precious and happy moments,
With family, relatives or very special friends.
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