The sun has yet to rise,

The birds have yet to sing,

The crickets chirp the ending to their fading nightly tune,

The period to the sentence of another Sunday night gone,

The start of another Monday has begun.

Soon the sun will be bright,

The sky will become robin egg blue,

People will rise from beds to start another week anew.

Another Monday arrives,

Another week starts,

We all do what we have to just to get through the day,

Surviving another Monday that arrives at our door.