The sun peeks over the horizon,
Casting golden hues on sleepy eyes,
A gentle nudge to rise and shine,
Monday morning whispers, “It’s time.”
Streets awaken with a bustling sound,
Footsteps quicken on the ground,
Coffee cups clink, hearts beat anew,
The week begins with dreams to pursue.
Faces wear a hopeful glow,
As ambitions quietly grow,
In the air, a promise lingers,
To grasp the world with eager fingers.
Through the day, the hours pass,
Moments spent, none to last,
Yet in each breath, a chance to find,
The beauty of a Monday kind.