Hurry

As you he cars bustle and hurry,

  with worry and anxiety.

The birds make their song,

  they fly and flit to eat.

They do not eat the bread of

  care, so their song is full.

Slow, listen to the sweet strains,

  you will not pass this way.

Because no morn is the same,

  slow down, your worth is not

In hurry and worry, or getting

  things done, rest in enough.