On Sunday morning, the world seems new,
With skies so clear and a gentle hue.
The sun ascends, a golden light,
Warming the heart, dispelling the night.

The streets are silent, a peaceful scene,
As if the world is caught in a serene dream.
Birds sing softly, a melodious choir,
Their tunes lifting spirits higher and higher.

Children playing in the morning dew,
Their laughter pure, their joy so true.
Families gather, sharing tales old and new,
A day for rest, for bonds to renew.

As the day unfolds, so calm and slow,
We cherish moments, letting worries go.
A Sunday morning, both quiet and bright,
A gentle pause, a soul’s delight.