Eyes not ready to wake.
Heartbeats for my dreams,still at stake.
I gather my spirit to amble around,
Oh is there something special I found?
A look from the porch, I need not take,
Its drizzle, I know its pleasing smell..
A fine morning, with music so fine to fill my ears,
pitter patter, droplets, bring heaven near...
The mirror looks at me, and I stand still,
"Its sunday morning, pamper yourself !"
I indulge, I pamper, I dandle.
I care, nothing to spare.
A week of scurry, hurry, worry,
is to a close,
But every end, begins a new show..
My leisure Sunday, My pamper Sunday..
Is slowly passing by..
But I'll wait a hundred and forty four hours,
to meet it again!