On Wings of Seven Days

A Poem by Glee

A poem about a beautiful week

On Monday, I wake with roots deep in the earth,
Where security lies, like mountains in birth.
Steady and firm, beneath skies vast and wide,
I stand, unshaken, with strength by my side.

On Tuesday, I find peace in the quiet stream,
Flowing through forests, a soft, endless dream.
Its waters are calm, no rush, no despair,
Just the whisper of stillness that fills the air.

On Wednesday, I breathe in the wild, open sky,
Where the winds of freedom lift me high.
No chains can bind me, no borders confine,
In this boundless expanse, I find what’s mine.

On Thursday, the sun rises golden and bright,
Filling my heart with love and its light.
Touching the earth, the trees, and the sea,
Its warmth spreads like kindness, embracing me.

On Friday, with every breath, I feel vitality,
Like a forest alive, each leaf full of glee.
Energy pulses, in muscle and bone,
In every motion, I am fully known.

On Saturday, the abundance of nature I see,
In fields full of fruit, and the song of the bee.
Every corner is rich, overflowing with grace,
I feel the fullness of life in every space.

On Sunday, I stop, and in awe, I stare,
At the stars, the mountains, the earth laid bare.
With eyes wide open, I see and I know,
That beauty and wonder in everything grow.