Here's a poem:

"One Glory Day, Being Sunday Morning"

Soft sunlight creeps, through curtains wide
A peaceful hush, Sunday morning's pride
The world awakens, slow and sweet
A day of rest, for weary feet

I. Morning's Serenade

Birds sing hymns, in joyful chorus
Nature's symphony, to greet us
The breeze whispers low, a gentle breeze
As morning dew, kisses the trees

II. Family Ties

Laughter echoes, children's playful shout
A Sunday tradition, without a doubt
Gathered round, the breakfast table's spread
Love shared, in every word and bread

III. Reflection's Calm

A moment's pause, from life's wild ride
A time for reflection, side by side
Coffee warms, the hands that hold
A quiet moment, to behold

IV. Hope Renewed

Sunday's promise, a fresh start's birth
A chance to rediscover, life's worth
Goals renewed, dreams redefined
A morning's optimism, intertwined

_V. Gratitude's Embrace_

Thankful heart, for blessings received
For love, for life, for all conceived
A Sunday morning, pure and bright
A glory day, shining with delight.
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