as Walt Whitman

If you don’t take your time, If you never slow down the step by walking, You’ll never see the sun Lay his gold leaves on the tops of trees, You won’t pay attention to the fox Conversing with two horses in a field, If you never slow down, You’ll never know if a girl thinks of you, You will never feel the dew which inclines the daffodils and harmonious petals you will crush the innocent snail on the purple road, If you don’t take your time, If you never slow down the step, while walking, You will never see the fishing sloop working at sea You will not hear the merle in the fig tree Sketch twelve notes of a baroque cantata, and worst of all, if you don’t slow down the pace, You will never write poetry, You will never fall in love with the countryside, With the sea or pretty girls with breasts of pottery, You will never become as smart as Walt Whitman.