Fast and slow, the world does go,
With rushing winds and gentle flow.
The speeding car, the crawling snail,
Both have their place within the tale.

Fast we run towards our dreams,
But slow we savor life's sweet streams.
In balance lies the beauty true,
Of fast and slow, both old and new.

So let us dance in fast and slow,
Embrace the highs and lows we know.
For in this rhythm, we find our peace,
And all of life's wonders never cease.