Take time to stop and smell the roses, Life rushes by as the door closes. In the bloom of red, the softest hue, Lies a moment waiting just for you.
The world may spin with endless haste, But joy is found in moments chased. A petal’s curve, a fragrant breeze, A quiet pause beneath the trees.
Take time to hear the robin’s song, To watch the clouds drift slow and long. For beauty whispers, soft and sweet, In every corner, at your feet.
The roses wait, their story untold, A fleeting treasure, more precious than gold. So pause, be still, let the world compose Take time to stop and smell the rose.
