Slower Pace

Beneath the stars, where whispers weave,  

A tale of growth begins to breathe.  

In the push of day, the hush of night,  

Balance shapes the steady flight.  

The world may chant, “Forge ahead, don’t pause,”  

Yet nature teaches a wiser cause:  

The seed that slumbers in the earth below  

Needs rest to rise, needs time to grow.  

For progress strides in fervent pace,  

But rest provides the fertile space.  

The heart that beats in tireless tune  

Must find its calm beneath the moon.  

The sun ascends to light the way,  

While shadows fall at close of day.  

Each moment claims its sacred share,  

A perfect rhythm, a tender care.  

So, tread this path with patient grace,  

Embrace the still, the slower pace.  

For growth, dear soul, will find its place—  

A dance of rest and progress laced.