Sunday Afternoon

On a silent Sunday afternoon

The clock goes slow, tick tock

The wheels roll on the road

The windows tremble in the wind 

The birds too tired to chirp

The sun is too high on the top

The stars do not want the sky

The clouds too are out of sight

Things all natural

Just like life

Where there is so much left

Like every other day

For every other reason

To dos, to meet and to remember

On a silent Sunday afternoon

The clock goes slow, tick tock

And all you want to do is sleep.

-R