Time to stop and stare. What is this life if full of care, We have no time to stand and stare, No time to stand beneath the boughs, And stare as long as sheep and cows. No time to see, when woods we pass, Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass. No time to see in broad daylight, Streams full of stars, like skies at night. No time to turn at Beauty’s glance, And watch her feet, how they can dance. No time to wait till her mouth can, Enrich that smile her eyes began. A poor life this, if full of care, We have no time to stand and stare. William Henry Davies 1871-1940. A poem a lot of us would have heard at some point, its just the whole world is in such a hurry, booming and busting, and controlling and fixing, we never stop to consider what we have.