We rush

We rush when walking
We rush when talking
We rush our relationships
We rush our decisions
We rush our desires
We rush our life
We rush our breaths
We rush, we rush and we rush
Nature sees us rushing
But we rush out on it’s beauty
It wants us to feel it
But we rush out on it’s whispers
It wants us to smell it
But we rush out on it’s healing
It wants us to live it
But we rush out on it’s meaning
Until we can’t rush anymore
Only to wish to rush back in time.

Noor Reflection