Sunday Afternoon

Sunlight dances on the wall
Shadows stretch and softly fall
Lazy hours drift and play
Sunday whispers, "stay today"
Clock is ticking but who cares
Empty streets and empty chairs
Coffee's warm
The world's on mute
Peaceful hum
Life feels astute
It's a Sunday afternoon
Time's a kite beneath the moon
No rush
No race
No need to run
Just soaking in the golden sun
Leaves are swaying
Trees in tune
A perfect kind of afternoon
Every breath a melody
This quiet feels like company
No deadlines
No alarms to chime
Just this fleeting
Endless time
Moments stretch like skipping stones
Each one sings, "you're not alone"
It's a Sunday afternoon
Time's a kite beneath the moon
No rush
No race
No need to run
Just soaking in the golden sun