So does the truth run…
That each day has its sunny sides
To balance well all its moody rides
Yet the memories they weave in us
Is what that makes the day so filled with fun !
So does the truth run…
That birds fly so far away
Yet the joy we gain
As we take in that sight
Where they conquer the skies so bright
Is what makes their flight so filed with fun !
So does the truth run…
That words cry the way we think
Sometimes in utter glee
Sometimes in fluttering plea
Yet the footprints that our words
Emboss on hearts near and dear
Is what makes the words so filled with fun !
Let the shines of the Sunday sun
Usher in you yet another day
So filled with froths of glee and ease
To stack up your heart
With memories so promising
And shimmer your lips with sparks of smiles
For all Sundays yet to come ……