Slow-motion

I want to stand still for a moment,

look at all that's passing me by.

I want to inhale the scent of blossoming roses,

intoxicate myself with the fragrance of their freshness.

I want to stare at the gleaming stars,

admire their beauty amid the darkness all around.

I want to walk into the night,

feel the solace of its tranquility.

I want to smell the grass early in the morning,

freshly moistened by the cold winter dew.

I want to dance around in the rain,

splattering and spraying the droplets of joy.

I want to play along with a child,

enjoy the life he breathes into the game.

I want to find the joy in the small things in life,

which I've lost in my pursuit of material happiness.

I want to be in slow motion for just a little while,

much of my life is to quickly pass me by.