On Wednesday’s morn, the world is gray,
A canvas soft with gentle sway.
The sun peeks shy, behind a veil,
As whispers of the wind prevail.

Midweek’s charm, a quiet grace,
In moments still, we find our place.
The hustle pauses, calm descends,
As Wednesday’s whispers make amends.

The trees they dance, in silent prose,
To Wednesday’s tune, the world knows.
A symphony of nature’s blend,
On this midweek, our hearts mend.

As dusk approaches, shadows play,
Wednesday bids adieu, end of day.
A gentle pause before the rush,
In Wednesday’s whisper, we find a hush.