Still, water dripping
The sound, a warm embrace
The sun gleaming and shining
Not a shame, nor disgrace
On this Sunday morning
The sun and horizon aligning
Such a beautiful sight,
Something I struggle defining
To see such a thing take flight
On this Sunday morning
A smell lingers in the air
Is it peach? Or maybe lime?
I can’t explain a smell so fair
I think of it as sublime
On this Sunday morning