In the hush of morning’s gentle breath,
Monday dawns with whispered dreams,
A canvas washed in golden hues,
Where hope and promise softly gleam.

The world awakens, slow and bright,
Beneath the sun’s unfolding grace,
Each hour a gift, a chance anew,
To find our rhythm, set our pace.

Through bustling streets and quiet lanes,
The heartbeat of the day resounds,
A symphony of life begun,
In every echo, joy is found.

As shadows stretch and evening calls,
Monday’s tale draws to a close,
Yet in its wake, a seed is sown,
For dreams to bloom, for hearts to grow.