I ran across this poem today, and fell immediately in love with it. Hopefully, you will enjoy it as well.
Take time…to notice the dewy web clinging cautiously to the morning grass.
Take time…to feel the fire’s warm glow, and hear the crackling wood as it sparks randomly upwards.
Take time…to smell the sweet aroma of cookies wafting from the bustling kitchen.
Take time…to appreciate the laughter of children enjoying the first days of Spring.
Take time…to listen of the rushing stream as it glides swiftly under fallen limbs and over mossy pebbles.
Take time…to admire the diligence of the chattering squirrels seeking stores for their winter nests.
Take time…to wonder at the intricate crystal patterns frosting early morning windows.
Take time…to notice arid, shriveled leaves crunching with each step, along the tree-lined path.
Take time…to watch Autumn’s crispness paint changes from branch to branch, decorating the landscape for a short time.
Take time…to feel the cool breeze blowing in the promise of a summer rain.
Take time…to hear the clicking crickets echoing in the blackness.
Take time…to count the stars as they emerge from the graying sky, one by one filling the dark.
Take time…to hear the lapping waves pound against the grainy surface, then recede in answer.
Take time…to enjoy the fragrant scents of blooming newness and life, sprouting an array of colors where brown slept many long months.
Take time…to follow a firefly as it winks across open-air chasing the evening silence.
Take time…to share a smile.
Take time…to give a hug.
Take time…to acknowledge a kindness.
Take time…to tell someone you care.
Take time…to say, I love you.
–Barbara S. Gosa