Monday’s dawn breaks with a sigh,
A fresh start under the endless sky.
The week’s first step, with dreams so high,
A canvas blank, where hopes do lie.

Tuesday follows with steady grace,
A second chance, a steady pace.
Midweek’s near, yet far from race,
Each day’s a gift, a special place.

Wednesday’s heart beats strong and true,
The week’s midpoint, a vibrant hue.
Through trials faced, and skies of blue,
We find our strength, in all we do.

Thursday whispers, softly speaks,
Of nearing rest, of mountain peaks.
With gratitude, in gentle streaks,
We cherish moments, through the weeks.

Friday’s joy, in hearts, ignite,
The end in sight, with weekend’s light.
A celebration, pure delight,
As stars align, in Friday night.

Saturday blooms, a free embrace,
With time to wander, dreams to chase.
The world unfolds, a boundless space,
As laughter echoes, in every place.

Sunday comes, with peaceful grace,
A day of rest, a slower pace.
Reflecting on the week’s embrace,
We find our calm, our sacred space.