Jovial

When Saturday morning feels like sunday
And Unto your face lit a calming ray,
Little things can please your heart if you may,
Words of acknowledgement we accord on a new day.

When the bird's chirping feels like a melody,
With the sentiment of contentment there's serenity,
The wing flaps with brawn as they move,
With every pace they know they have something to lose.

When the water droplets sound like a tune,
Feels like All the burden of may lessen in the middle of june.
When your nightmare transitions itself to a fortunate dream,
It's when you realize your burden is a form of blessing too.

Little gestures are everybody's world's delight,
Washing away the strain under the midnight.
Sitting under the scorching sun as time runs by,
Difficulty is a path one has to walk to fly high.

you can't hold what's not meant to be,
In the light too there are things u can't see.
Words of dismay splash on the piece of sheet,
But who knows? There's a new journey for you to meet!