Monday’s dawn, a fresh start beckons,
With dreams renewed, the heart awakens.
The world is new, the slate is clear,
A promise of what is yet to appear.
Tuesday’s sun climbs the sky so bright,
With courage born from restful night.
The pace quickens, tasks unfold,
Stories of strength and will are told.
Wednesday stands with balanced grace,
The week’s midpoint, a steady place.
Reflection comes with gentle ease,
A moment to pause, to breathe, to seize.
Thursday whispers of nearing the end,
A call to finish, a time to mend.
The weekend’s promise begins to gleam,
As dreams of rest and play softly stream.