In the hush of dawn’s first light,
Sunday whispers gentle hues,
As the world begins to wake,
Wrapped in a serene muse.
Birds sing melodies so sweet,
Echoing through the tranquil air,
Each note a promise of peace,
On this day so rare.
Sunlight dances on the leaves,
A golden ballet of morning bliss,
Nature’s canvas comes alive,
In moments like this.
Hearts are light, spirits free,
In the calm of Sundayâs grace,
A day to breathe, a day to be,
In this sacred, restful space.