Sundays

Sundays

Sunday mornings, rising early

Birds are singing, the rays cut through the curtains

As they rise, a warmth runs through the home

And to church they will go, this is certain.

Hand in hand, they walk down the road

Church bells ringing, love is heard

Through the voices of all

Singing like a blue bird

On a warm Sunday morning.

As they leave the church

Smiles abound

Going to the city for brunch

Where happiness is found

And positivity makes leaps and bounds.

For with love comes happiness

And happiness brings about joy

And as joy flows through the world

It's all apart of the ploy

That is, Positivity.