The Journey In Flow

Just a moon
Reflected in many ponds
She sinks, but 
Is still in heaven.

All those rivers flowing,
Find their way to the ocean.
The birds that fly across,
Find their way to the nest.

Nature never hurries,
Yet everything is accomplished
What are you hurrying for,
Where are you running towards?

It is in still water,
You see yourself
If you can't hear in silence,
It is muted in noise.