No Rush

No rush is needed, now how shall I say?
No need to flit by like hobble-de-hay,
No call to race through the garden today.

Slow by the roses and bend to their blooms,
Notice the lilacs that waft their perfumes,
And smell how the daffodils sweeten their rooms.

You’ll get where you’re going so soon anyway,
Get there perhaps a bit too soon, I’d say.
Happier be if you don’t rush today.