An Ode To Going Slow

A poem to celebrate the slow, simple moments of ordinary life and the exquisite beauty of nature. For those of us who sometimes find ourselves overwhelmed by the speed of the modern world, I hope this poem can serve as a precious moment of returning to the simple joys that matter most.

Music: Shuta Yasukochi / Fields / Epidemic Sound.

Transcript

The heady smell of bracken after summer rain.

A robin close by.

The heat emanating from the rocks at the end of a hot day.

Sunbeams breaking through clouds.

A thunderstorm.

The scent of a yellow rose.

The sound of rain on a skylight.

That first sip of morning tea.

Walking barefoot where the sand meets the sea.

Autumn leaves.

Sunlight dancing patterns across walls.

Space to just be.

Belly laughs.

A full moon.

A half moon.

The moon.

Oh,

The moon.

The smell of a tomato plant.

Warm figs straight from the tree.

Skin against skin.

The absolute stillness of the forest.

Rain against the windowpane.

Rising with the sun.

Sunday mornings before the world wakes up.

Making love with your love.

The green,

Green of spring.

Cloud shadows moving over mountains.

Carpets made of wildflowers.

Earth beneath fingernails.

The wonder of staring up into a starry sky.

Tell me,

Won't you?

What are we all pursuing?

And why?

Reviews

Love this! Grateful for the beautifully said reminder that the best gifts are free ~ to see ,feel and hear . ☀️🌻🌊🌌🎵

Loved this. What are we all pursuing and why? Thanks.

Hauntingly gorgeous. A move to slow living. Peace. And wonder. Thank you!