The calm that comes in the midst of activity,
The peace of being at ease in the bustle of the day,
The sweet respite from battling the tides of destiny.
Riding the wave,
Pleasant as a midsummer day's siesta.
Having found the gates to graceful existence,
The mind settles.
It focuses on building,
And enjoys the sweet respite.
Time holds it's breath,
A time to grow in continuum.
It feels lazy even in the busiest of day,
It feels like summiting,
The flag just got planted.