The sun rises with a gentle kiss,
Painting the sky with hues of bliss.
Birds sing songs of a new day,
As the morning mist fades away.
Childrenâs laughter fills the air,
Chasing dreams without a care.
The world is calm, the pace is slow,
In Sundayâs tender, tranquil glow.
A cup of coffee warms my hand,
As I stroll through this peaceful land.
Thoughts drift like the clouds above,
Wrapped in the comfort of love.
Letâs cherish this day of rest,
With loved ones whom we are blessed.
For Sundays come and Sundays go,
But their memories forever flow.