Oh, yeah, I'm still sick. I hope you like the poem!
Mondays, I stare at the sunrise,
Sparkling with a colorful grace.
Tuesdays, I gaze at the sunset,
Glowing with a radiant beauty.
Wednesdays, I hear the chuckling brook,
Tripping over hidden pebbles.
Thursdays, I listen to the wind,
Ruffling the feathers of the trees.
Fridays, I smell the baker’s work,
Cooking merrily on the stove.
Saturdays, I inhale the scents,
Wafting from the flower meadows.
Sundays, I sit in my old chair,
Thanking God for his lovely world.
Waiting for the next bright morning,
Bringing me back to the weekdays.