Work, work, work,
Workers buzzing like bees in fields,
Running, squatting, cutting, sewing,
Hammering, excavating, rushing.
Always hurrying to meeting
Deadlines and never seeming
To have time to be smelling
The silent burgeoning flowering
That sprout quietly without your noticing.
Beauty sneaks up on you while
You’re worried what comes next in vile
Humanity’s constant vocational
Need to be doing instead of contemplate
The importance of just faith and being.
Harrowing are your days
Of scurrying around in many ways
Trying to achieve a goal that’s always
Too far a ways.
Let your mind be a clown,
Laugh up a storm on your own,
And have your imagination blown!