To truly see

The ticking clock that never seems to end, does.
So,why not spend less time wishing for the time to end?
Or worrying about the time passing.
Why not treasure every tick?
Every excruciating little time the sound waves wash to the shore of your brain, and the heartache hits your beating bleeding heart like a bullet to the chest.  
Because if you can do so, and still come out with a sunny disposition,
You might be able to catch a glimpse of the butterflies wing
Or a sliver of the gold buried beneath the sand with your bare palms,
You may begin to faintly recognize  the sweet melodies of mother nature, harmonizing together effortlessly and endlessly.
But only if you take the time
To stop, look around, and truly see.