The sun peeks through the dawn,
Whispering promises of a new day,
Monday rises with a gentle yawn,
Inviting us to find our way.
The week unfurls its pages,
Blank and full of might,
We step into new stages,
Guided by the morning light.
Dreams weave into our tasks,
Hope anchors in our soul,
In the midst of mundane masks,
We push towards our goal.
Monday, you are a friend,
A canvas fresh and clean,
On you, our hopes depend,
To paint the unseen.