In a world of hustle, weekdays rush by,
But then arrives a treasure, painted sky,
Weekends unfold, a canvas so bright,
Hints of joy, in every hue and light.

Hints of freedom whisper in the breeze,
As time slows down and worries ease.
No more the rush of tasks to complete,
Instead, moments of joy to greet.

Off from the office, a brief escape,
Into a realm where dreams take shape,
Family whispers, laughter's chime,
Moments woven,...