The dawn breaks gently on a Monday morn,
As shadows retreat, a new week is born.
The whispering winds, with secrets untold,
Bring promises of moments yet to unfold.

The weary heart, though burdened with dread,
Finds solace in the sun’s golden thread.
Each ray a reminder, a beacon of light,
That after the night, comes the morning bright.

With every step, the world awakens anew,
Painted in hues of vibrant blue.
The journey begins, with hopes held high,
Beneath the vast expanse of the Monday sky.

Embrace the day, with open arms wide,
Let go of fears, let courage be your guide.
For Monday’s dawn is not just an end,
But a fresh beginning, where dreams ascend.