During the Day

Sun streaks in, a golden thread,

Waking slumbering thoughts from bed.

Birdsong fills the morning air,

Chasing shadows, dispelling care.

Busy streets begin to hum,

With footsteps light and purpose glum.

Coffee steams, a fragrant sigh,

As dreams depart and tasks draw nigh.

Hours tick by, a measured pace,

Work's demands etched on each face.

Laughter rings, a welcome break,

A shared moment, a bond to make.

Sunlight slants, a warm embrace,

Painting clouds with gentle grace.

Lunchtime hush, a quiet sigh,

Renewal found beneath the sky.

Afternoon unfolds, a drowsy haze,

The sun's intensity wanes and plays.

Productivity starts to wane,

Thoughts drift back, a sweet refrain.

Shadows lengthen, day descends,

A golden glow that softly blends.

Tasks complete, a sense of ease,

Time unwinds on gentle breeze.

Stars appear, a diamond spread,

Day surrenders, night ahead.

Reflection lingers, memories made,

During the day, a story played.