The smell of roses
hits my nose
so sweet and
bright and pretty
People reach to achieve
they go and go
and never stop
just to breath
The speed, they run
and never stop
for time they think
that they have not
If you knew
they were there
would you pause
just to smell?
The world is busy
as a bee
who can not stop
with pollen.
The bee who also
nourishes the plant
whose scent
you never smell
So stop and smell
the sweet scent
of small and
lowly things
For like the rose
we are small
to tall and lofty kings.
