Sunday seclusion

Sun was shining

Trees singing hymns

Blue and white mating

creating, perfecting whims

greens dew slurping

birds whispered chirpings

river oozing, burping

life’s secret gems

day’s beauty missed

seclusion loudly hissed

the morning is gone

you are still all alone

slowly sans realisation

the seed has sown

a beautiful day passed

another Sunday lost

to what could have been

Let reality hard bite

raw imagination light

commencing life fight

to what should be

Could, and would be

Need that nod, agree

let that mind be free

Time is really short

Need that big heart

Past, rum under bridge

Climb optimism ridge

Let Monday be the day

When future has her say

Keep present accomplice

there is lot to accomplish