SOMETHING RATHER DIFFERENT No 6

I may have posted this poem in the last year or two but I still find the words in it are so true.  Do we stop frequently enough to 'smell the roses' and see the beautiful things around us?

LEISURE by W.H. Davies

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 seem 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.