The Snail

Sails are slow. An animal so small, A status so low, In a kingdom of all… Living beings see them Every once in a while The slightest of movements Will make you smile. They see your speed, How quickly you go But the fastest of snails Still moves slow. They know their days, Take their time A day in their life, Brings peace of mind. Unlike you, they stop, Smell the roses. Living in peace Beneath your noses. But if you were as slow as they Nothing could be accomplished these days So if you take one look around You'll see few snails Roam these grounds You may see a few Still keeping up! But who knows? Maybe a stroke of luck. Since the day I’ve come out of my shell I see that I am a snail as well. Taking life on One step at a time Enjoying the life That I call mine.