embracing my pace

Like a gentle zephyr, we were sculpted to meander with grace, Yet this swift world stirs emotions, an impassioned race. In the depths of my soul, no gears, nor machine's cold embrace, But weariness courses through my bones and veins, life's tireless chase. In this fast-paced realm, we forget our resting space and emotions surge like a river's flow Yet whispers through leaves and trees, in solace, we bestow. So I journey, seeking the remedy, nature's unhurried embrace, One step at a time, in acceptance of my pace, I find my rightful place.