Sunday Morning

In the gentle light of Sunday morn,

A tranquil day begins to dawn,

The world awakes with a softened hue,

A canvas of dreams, old and new.

The birds take flight with joyful song,

Their melodies, a gift lifelong,

Nature's symphony, a sweet refrain,

Filling hearts with peace, free from pain.

A lazy breeze whispers through the trees,

Caressing cheeks with a gentle ease,

Time slows down in this moment's grace,

A sacred pause in life's wild race.

Cherished memories come alive,

As sunbeams dance and shadows strive,

Familiar faces and stories dear,

Reminding us of why we're here.

Embrace the calm, let worries wane,

Release the stresses and the strain,

For on this blessed Sunday morn,

We find solace and are reborn.

In the stillness, hearts align,

With love and joy, our spirits shine,

As the day unfolds, we'll find our way,

Guided by the light of Sunday's ray.