The sun peeks soft, a golden eye,
Across the Lagos morning sky.
A gentle breeze, a whispered sigh,
As Monday wakes, and so do I.
The air is fresh, a brand new start,
A clean slate held within the heart.
No need for rush, no need to dart,
Just Monday's gentle, sweet restart.
The birds awake in mango trees,
Their cheerful song floats on the breeze.
A melody that aims to please,
A Monday morning's gentle ease.
The market stirs with sleepy sound,
As vendors gather all around.
With colorful wares upon the ground,
A gentle hum begins to mound.
The scent of akara fills the air,
A savory promise beyond compare.
A taste of home, a loving care,
A Monday morning we can share.
The traffic starts its slow ballet,
A rhythm building through the day.
But in these moments, come what may,
There's Monday's gentle, hopeful ray.
A cup of tea, so warm and bright,
A quiet moment, pure delight.
To gather thoughts, and make things right,
In Monday's soft and tender light.
The week ahead, a canvas wide,
With dreams and tasks that gently ride.
No need to push, no need to hide,
Just Monday's peaceful, flowing tide.
Remember weekends, laughter's grace,
A smile still lingers on your face.
Now Monday steps into its place,
With gentle strength and steady pace.
The bougainvillea, pink and bold,
Its beauty starts a story told.
A vibrant hue, a sight to hold,
As Monday's beauty does unfold.
The children walk with sleepy eyes,
Towards the school beneath the skies.
A future bright before them lies,
Reflected in the Monday skies.
So let us greet this brand new week,
With spirits calm and hearts that speak
Of gentle hope, the strength we seek,
In Monday's touch, so mild and meek.
No need for gloom, no need for dread,
Let kindness be the path we tread.
With open hearts and thoughts well-led,
By Monday's gentle hand we're led.
The sun climbs higher, warm and true,
The day unfolds, with tasks anew.
But in this moment, fresh and new,
Is Monday's gentle point of view.
A chance to grow, a chance to learn,
A page to turn, a lesson earn.
With every task, a gentle burn,
As Monday's purpose we discern.
So breathe it in, this morning air,
Release all worry, all despair.
For Monday's here, a gentle prayer,
A fresh beginning beyond compare.
Let kindness bloom in every deed,
Let gentle words be all we heed.
Plant tiny seeds of joy indeed,
As Monday's gentle path we read.
The day stretches out, a welcoming space,
To find our rhythm, find our place.
With gentle effort, gentle grace,
We'll navigate at our own pace.
So welcome Monday, soft and mild,
A gentle start, a spirit wild
With possibility, reconciled
To Monday's gentle, loving child.
May your day unfold with gentle ease,
Carried along by the softest breeze.
May you find joy in all you please,
Held in Monday's gentle peace.
The sun descends, a fiery kiss,
Upon the day, in gentle bliss.
And Monday ends with this soft hiss,
A promise of more gentle bliss.
Tomorrow waits, but now we rest,
Monday's gentle touch, the best.
A peaceful feeling in our chest,
From Monday's gentle, sweet behest.
