The dawn breaks with golden light,
Caressing the fields with gentle might.
Whispers of dreams still linger near,
In the quiet of Sunday, all is clear.
Birds sing songs of the serene dawn,
Natureâs symphony, a harmonious yawn.
The world awakens in a soft embrace,
Sundayâs peace, a gentle grace.
The sun climbs higher, warm and bright,
Bathing the earth in its radiant light.
Moments of stillness, moments of cheer,
Sundayâs calm, ever so dear.
As the day drifts towards its end,
Shadows grow long, but hearts still mend.
Sundayâs whispers, a silent prayer,
For the week ahead, love and care.