Sunday Morning

It was a typical Sunday morning.
With the sunset going down,sunshine forming.
A Sunday morning is never boring with you.

So have some tea with me,too.
Let me pour you some mint,honey tea.
And let the negative emotions flee.

As the moon goes down,sun comes up.
And the sun shines,staying put.
Maybe some music in the background.

Like lofi, electric beats.
A cup of tea,a good book.
Under the warm,cozy sheets.

It was a Sunday morning for me.
And everyone let me be.
I woke up from peaceful slumber.

Deep slumber,peaceful sleep.
And when I saw out the window,I saw paradise.
When I saw out the window,I saw the sunset as it slowly dies.

Into sunny,bright skies.
A Sunday morning is incomplete.
Without some coffee,can't compete.

You just sip away the juice of the gods.
And you look out the window at the muddy ponds.
It seemed it had rained last night.

You just look at it without any fright.
Knowing it will go away.
With time,within a day.

A Sunday morning is incomplete.
Without a cozy,lofi beat.
Perhaps you could have a Sunday morning with me,too.

And you'll never again feel like a fool.
Ever so slightly,daily and nightly.
The way the sun shines bright in the sky.

The way time does fly when you sit there with me.
A perfect Sunday morning for me.
Maybe we'll drink some tea,or tell stories with me.

Sometimes I hope it never ends.
But night comes and we make amends.
Sparkly glitter replaces the sky.

And time begins to fly.
Your cup will never be empty,it'll be full of wine.
Then we go to sleep at nighttime.

A cozy, warm bed.
Sleeping soundly after getting fed.
And we repeat on a Monday afternoon.

Enjoy the peace till noon.
As wolves howl to the moon.
And the time ends soon.

Sun shines,flowers bloom.
And you feel tired soon.
Let us go to bed.

And we'll repeat next morning.
Time flies without a warning.
But we'll no longer be mourning.

Morning will never be boring.
Hush now and sleep.
And hopefully,your slumber is deep.