A Symphony of Routine

In the domain of the commonplace, where sunlight delicately glimmers,

An ensemble of routine coordinates life's peaceful dreams.

In the core of day to day existence, in the midst of the recurring pattern,

An embroidery of minutes, a consistent, musical show.

As day break's delicate fingers wind through the shades drawn,

Another day unfurls, a material to be drawn.

The pot's delicate mumble, an introduction to the morn,

A song of enlivening, in day to day existence renewed.

The rushed mix of feet on natural ground,

A clamoring cadence, a city's pulse, significant.

The clatter of the train, the murmur of the transport,

On the way's delicate children's song, a common excursion with us.

In workplaces and hallways, where sunshine channels through,

A dance of errands and cutoff times, a day to day pas de deux.

Consoles tap a staccato, telephones ring in hold back,

In the everyday movement, where object isn't to no end.

Noontime murmurs delicately, a delay in the everyday practice,

The murmur of discussion, a cafeteria scene.

Shared giggling and stories, a mutual respite,

In the everyday content, where associations join.

Evening's hug, an exhausted sun's plunge,

Long shadows extending, a day's confirmation.

The ticking of the clock, a commencement to the eve,

In the normal's dusk, where recollections consider.

The night messengers reprieve, a homegrown expressive dance,

Pots and skillet percussion, as culinary experts come to play.

The smell of supper, a tactile joy,

In the everyday banquet, where taste buds join together.

As the night unfurls its velvet shroud on the scene,

An ensemble of crickets, a nighttime quiet.

The tranquil murmur of families, a cradlesong so sweet,

In the hug of murkiness, where dreams and reality meet.

What's more, as the night gives up to the day break's most memorable kiss,

A cycle solid, a domain of day to day ecstasy.

In the embroidery of minutes, where schedules weave,

Life's verse is composed, in the monotonous routine.