The sun rises gently, a tender caress,
Painting the sky in hues of gold,
Whispering promises of peace and rest,
As Sundayâs calm begins to unfold.
Birds sing their melodious tune,
Dancing through the crisp morning air,
Nature’s symphony beneath the moon,
A tranquil world, beyond compare.
The world slows down, in quiet grace,
Moments of silence, deeply profound,
In the soft embrace of time and space,
Where serenity and solace are found.
As shadows lengthen and day turns to night,
We cherish the stillness of Sundayâs embrace,
A gentle reminder of lifeâs simple delight,
In these fleeting hours, we find our place.