Sunny Days on Sundays

“Sundays, yes, those fun days” Gun Roswell

Sunny Days on Sundays

Smell the roses, won’t you
When you walk out side
Pop into a garden, filled with the
Colours of nature, trees, flowers

Everything you can imagine just
For the visual pleasures of us all
Stroll around, see the marvels

Sit on the bench, inhale
All the fragrants, your nose could ever
Have imagined, feeling peaceful, watching

The butterflies, birds and bees
Busy at work, gathering their sustenance, but
Your task, is to relax
And there is really nothing wrong with that