A Sunday Morning

A Sunday Morning

The first rays of the sun outline the clouds
Breaking the dark of the night
The struggle has passed
Dawn has broken the spell

Snuggled up in bed
Tired bodies are oblivious of time
People jog on the pavement
Enjoying the sights and sounds of nature

With slow, graceful movements
A group practices Tai-chi in the park
A vendor unloads fresh vegetables
Outside the wet market

Little feet move in unison
To the dance teachers song
The streets are deserted
The shutters are drawn

The faithful clock looks forlorn
The newspaper vendor is late
The street-side hawker is asleep
Nobody pays heed on a Sunday morning

No office rush, no traffic jams
No school and no routines
A time to holiday and to picnic
For music class and sunbathing

A break from the order
When the world is laid back
All rules are broken
Peace reigns supreme on a Sunday morning

©copyright 9th August 2010 skm

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