I woke up to the sound of birds chirping

As Sunday’s beautiful sun came shining

I looked outside the window

And guess what I saw?

Butterflies chasing each other

As playful as a child in wonder

What life will be like without sundays?

No time to relax and to pray

No moment of silence and pleasure

No places to go for leisure

I love Sundays and the closeness it brings

To everyone, a time for bonding

The busy person is forced to sit

As his children plays “tag, you’re it”

Even the most weary can smile

When Sunday visits for a while