Walk slowly upon this earth, my friend;
Life is not to be driven through
Like a tradesman on the g0.
It is not a wrapper to be tossed aside,
While you chew your favourite Oreo.
Don’t follow your shadow back 
Into the dark inside, instead know
Life is a poem being written by your deeds.
Each moment releasing its soul,
Each day its seed,
Each thought, each act, 
its place upon the page.
It is the perfume of lavender,
The passing of the sage,
And the unspoken smile you gave today.
Tread gently upon this mystery my friend,
And walk with the heart of gratitude.