a saturday poem

It may be an adrenaline competition out there,
but to be in a room of serenity and peace,
where no worries are needed to be cast on anything,
and when all you have to do is, lay down.

To wake up in the morning without the urgency of an alarm,
Knowing there's nothing to feel guilty for,
closing my eyes and rest my awaken mind once more,
ah what a feeling :)

The tree leaves waving outside my window,
rustles gently,
with no rush at all for their nature of growing,
why can't everything be as peaceful as this :)

I drag a slot of piano pieces into the media player,
from that second onwards,
the room lost its rigidity and everything seems so light and happy,
A smile ran out of my lips :)

Its a nice feeling isn't it?
to see things in slow motion, as if everything slows down by a second or two,
don't be mislead by the slow motion of action movies,
but be mesmerized by the wonderful art of stagnant.

Let the musical notes wraps my heart,
and nature's dancing be my guide,
to appreciate everything there is in a second,
and of what a beautiful Saturday can actually mean :)