Swift things are beautiful:
A dog along the surf,
A growing child (all too)
Springtime, in its budding and flowering
And sudden storms,
And childhood (did I say childhood?),
And a year in my life these years.
Slow things are beautiful:
Long morning walks,
Eventual happiness and self-acceptance,
The way that the heart turns toward peace,
Toward truth, toward love.
And friendship, old pal, friendship.