Funday: A Sunday Poem
In the gentle hush of morning light,
Sunday dawns, a pure delight.
With golden rays that softly play,
It whispers, “Welcome to Funday!”
The world awakens, slow and sweet,
With coffee brews and fresh-baked treats.
Families gather, laughter flows,
In cozy corners, joy just grows.
The park is filled with children’s cheer,
Kites...