Feeling the Flow

The sea has its rhythm, it cares not for ours If urgent and hasty we press on more sail The pulse of its waves does not change or respond They still toss us aside in the gale The music of dance does not change to our pace When we feel that the steps are too slow If we block out its beat and rush on without care Loss of timing and place will just grow Neither plants nor live creatures are bound by our will Deep cycles guide them to what’s right No harvest in winter will ever bear fruit Nor tall trees grow up overnight By watching and hearing we learn if were wise To take care, and take time, not just race Let all of life’s deep graceful rhythms be felt And cherish life’s natural pace.