A young man slouches atop a hill overlooking his city and sighs: “My life is moving too fast, and I am afraid.”
“Then slow down.” chirps the robin, “and feel the breeze on your skin.”
The man sat up.
“Feel the warmth of the sun caressing your hair.” whispers the wind.
He sweeps his hair from his eyes.
“Observe all life, great and small.” imparts the beetle.
His focus falls upon a single petal in the soil.
They harmonise: “this is all you get, don’t rush to the finish.”
The young man stands up and smiles.
About the Creator
Alfie Warner
My name is Alfie, and I am a student studying English Literature in the UK. I am mostly practicing writing poetry and short stories in a variety of different genres. Any and all feedback would be greatly appreciated.
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