When everything is happening too fast,
Best to slow down, make things last.
For all is fleeting and what you see
becomes for you just a memory.
Breathe slowly. Let your heart slow down.
Listen quietly for each and every sound.
For never will that sound we hear today
stay with us. It too will go away.
All the sounds that we have ever heard
can be captured within one small word.
The word comes from heaven above.
It’s four small letters that spell LOVE.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem