What’s the hurry?

When I look at the colourful flowers, the green grass, the cheerful sun, the silent sky, the creamy moon and the shining stars;

I feel there is no rush.

But still the year comes to an end.

Even this year too, shall pass by.

And then I’m left thinking,

Time — where do you fly away?

What’s the hurry!

Where do you rush?

 

For the daily prompt: Rush