The sun cracks open the morn,
spillin' you onto the floor.
What a rude awakening.
Ready or not, it's time to
face the day and get a move
on.  Hurryhurryhurry!
The minutes tick tick TICK by,
passing into history
with every wasted moment.
Too much to do, not enough
time in the day to achieve
nearly impossible goals.
Work yourself into a heart
attack; sign your death warrant
with your workaholic ways.

Now:  sl o  w down.  Breathe.  Take the time
to stop and smell the roses.
The day ain't goin' nowhere;
it's been a constant presence;
you just didn't notice it.
The rising sun isn't your
enemy; it is a friend
to be greeted; hope and new
beginnings are in the dawn.
The peaceful calm of morning
can set the pace for your day.
And the roses - the lovely
roses!  The hell with it; work
can wait until later.  There
are roses.  ROses to be
smelled, roses to be painted.

(c) 2006, Karla Dorman.