Seven Day

On the first day, a whisper of dawn, A fresh canvas, untouched and yawning, The world stirs, a new week is born. Second day, the rhythm sets in, Life's orchestra begins to play, Each note, a moment, a story within. The third day, midweek's gentle sigh, A pause, a breath, beneath the sky, In the heart of time, we lie. Fourth day, the week's steady beat, Life's dance continues, swift and sweet, In every encounter, may we meet. Fifth day, the anticipation grows, The weekend's promise, softly glows, In every ending, a new beginning shows. On the sixth, a sigh of relief, A pause in the weekly motif, Time to explore, to be a thief. Seventh day, a quiet goodbye, Underneath the twilight sky, In every ending, a new hello lies. Seven days, a cycle complete, In every moment, bitter and sweet, Life's beautiful rhythm, on repeat.