On this day of quiet grace,
The sun spills golden light,
Whispering through the leaves,
A gentle, calming sight.
The world moves at a slower pace,
As dreams gently unfold,
Hearts find peace in the stillness,
In stories yet untold.
Laughter mingles with the breeze,
In gardens where children play,
Boundless joy in simple moments,
On this cherished, restful day.
As evening casts a soft embrace,
Stars begin to gleam,
Sunday holds its gentle breath,
In the cradle of a dream.