Sun On The Floor

A golden patch of light lies on the wood

I never knew a morning felt so good

Bare feet are stepping light across the pine

I take my sweet time feeling fine

Today belongs to simple quiet peace

Where all the rushing voices finally cease

The floor is warm beneath my sleepy toes

And that is just the way the Sunday goes

I lean against the wooden table frame

Forget about the world and all its game

A dust mote dances in the yellow beam

Living right inside a peaceful dream

Today belongs to simple quiet peace

A yellow curtain floating in the breeze

The kitchen smells of toasted buttered bread

With simple happy thoughts inside my head

We sit together on the wooden bench

No urgent fires for us to go and quench

Just passing strawberry jam across the board

And feeling rich without a golden hoard

Today belongs to simple quiet peace

The quiet hours offer sweet release

The light shifts slowly as the sun goes high

Beneath a lovely wide and open sky

The light stays warm until the afternoon

The kitchen hums a slow and steady tune

We rest our hands upon the table wood

And know that everything is soft and good

I opened up my eyes at ten o'clock

The morning breeze is humming down the block

No places I am supposed to be today

Just watching yellow dust motes float away

There is nowhere else I'd rather be

My phone is resting quiet by the tree

The clock upon the wall has lost its race

And everything is moving at my pace

I stretch my arms and reach for cotton sheets

Outside a stray cat wanders down the streets

I find my old blue slippers by the bed

And throw away the notes inside my head

There is nowhere else I'd rather be

The steam is rising slowly from my tea

The light is spilling wide across the floor

And no one comes to knock upon my door

The hours stretch like shadow on the lawn

There is no rush now that the dawn has gone

We take our time to breathe and start to smile

And decide to sit right here a little while

There is nowhere else I'd rather be

The leaves are softly dancing on the tree

The sky is clear and painted light and wide

And I am very happy here inside

The day rolls on so easy and so light

The shadows stretch before the coming night

I rest my head and listen to the air

And stay right here without a single care

The kitchen window catches morning sun

The simple daily routine has begun

I scoop the roasted beans into the pot

And wait until the water's boiling hot

It feels so good to take things slow

Watching the steam begin to rise and grow

A second cup before the noon arrives

Enjoying simple moments in our lives

The heavy ceramic mug warms up my hand

I look outside across the quiet land

The silver kettle sings a gentle tune

We have whole hours until afternoon

It feels so good to take things slow

Watching the sunlight put on its own show

The little counter gleams in bright yellow

The air inside the room is sweet and mellow

We do not count the minutes as they pass

Just watch the light reflection on the glass

No list of jobs to finish up today

We let the busy worries fade away

It feels so good to take things slow

There is no train that we are bound to catch

The garden gate is sitting on its latch

And peace is everywhere we look and go

The kettle cools upon the quiet stove

A sweet soft breeze is blowing through the grove

I hold my cup and take another sip

And smile with quiet joy upon my lip

My sneakers rest beside the entryway

We do not need a car or bus today

The sidewalk stretches out in dappled shade

For every little step that will be made

We are walking down the quiet lane

No need to run or hurry for a train

The trees are bowing gently in the air

And we are feeling good without a care

A neighbor waves hello across the fence

The quiet morning makes a lot of sense

We stop to see the flowers in the grass

And watch the lazy little clouds that pass

We are walking down the quiet lane

The summer air is washing like light rain

The bakery sign is hanging up ahead

Smelling like a batch of fresh white bread

There is no finish line we have to reach

No lesson that the morning tries to teach

Just holding hands and strolling down the street

With easy gravel underneath our feet

We are walking down the quiet lane

Leaving behind the shadow and the pain

The sunshine warms the coat upon my back

As we keep moving on this simple track

We take our time and walk all the way home

No reason left for us to rush or roam

The front step waits to welcome us back in

With quiet happiness inside our skin

The baker handed over something sweet

A brown paper bag down on the street

I hold it close against my winter coat

And hear a robin sing a cheerful note

The simple things bring comfort to my heart

This lazy day is like a gentle art

The crust is warm and crusty to the touch

We do not really need so very much

We cross the crosswalk at a easy pace

A smile is resting on your morning face

The smell of butter fills the cool blue air

We have plenty of good food to share

The simple things bring comfort to my heart

We watch the weekend afternoon start

The brown bag crinkles softly in my grip

As home we go upon this easy trip

Back in the kitchen we can slice it thick

No need to do a single thing too quick

Spread sweet yellow butter on the slice

And eat it twice because it tastes so nice

The simple things bring comfort to my heart

No busy schedules tear our day apart

The morning sun shines through the window pane

And washes off the memory of rain

We eat our bread and let the crumbs remain

Without a single thought of stress or strain

The paper bag rests empty on the board

With all the simple quiet we restored

The wooden door is propped against the wall

A gentle summer draft runs down the hall

It carries in the smell of cut green grass

And shadows shift across the window glass

Let the outside wander right on in

This is where the quiet hours begin

The curtains blow like sails upon the sea

And everything is gentle as can be

I hear the distant sound of children play

Somewhere further down the road today

I lean my head back on the armchair cushion

With no more heavy burdens left to push on

Let the outside wander right on in

Feel the cool air brushing on your skin

The house is bright and open to the day

And all our worries drift so far away

A breeze moves softly through the open hallway

Inviting sweet lazy thoughts to stay

We do not close the screen or turn the key

Just letting all the world exist so free

Let the outside wander right on in

A happy song is playing like a hymn

The sunshine paints a line along the rug

While sitting wrapped up in a cozy hug

The breeze stays soft as afternoon goes late

The open door sits patient at the gate

We stay right here and watch the quiet light

Until the day turns slowly into night

I folded up the paper on my knee

Beneath the green leaves of the apple tree

The news can wait another day or two

While I just sit and look at skies of blue

It feels so fine to sit here in the shade

Enjoying every choice that we have made

The grass is soft around my bare ankles

As afternoon breeze rustles and tinkles

A wooden chair holds up my lazy back

I watch a tiny bug along its track

The pages turn so slowly in my hand

The quietest place in all the land

It feels so fine to sit here in the shade

The sweetest Sunday morning ever made

My glass of water sparkles in the light

And everything is feeling easy, bright

No ringing telephone to break the spell

No urgent stories that I have to tell

Just resting eyes upon a printed page

And feeling happy at this gentle stage

It feels so fine to sit here in the shade

No heavy plans or promises we laid

The branches sway above us in a dance

And give our sleepy eyes a second chance

The paper slumps down gently to my chest

My heart is quiet and my mind at rest

The shadows lengthen softly on the ground

With total peace and comfort all around

The wall clock ticks a quiet steady beat

I put my fuzzy socks upon my feet

There are no meetings on my list today

So I can dream the morning hours away

There is no need to hurry anywhere

We breathe the easy sunshine in the air

The hours stretch out wide and open free

Just like a quiet river to the sea

I pour some water in a glass of ice

And take a second look to see how nice

The quiet living room looks in the sun

Before the evening chores have even begun

There is no need to hurry anywhere

We kick our shoes off right beside the chair

The pillow holds my head so soft and light

And everything is turning out so right

We watch the big hand move around the face

Without feeling like we are in a race

Time belongs to us for once this week

It is the very comfort that we seek

There is no need to hurry anywhere

No heavy burdens left for us to bear

The soft wind whispers through the window screen

The calmest morning that I've ever seen

The clock keeps ticking slow without a care

And quiet rest is present everywhere

We lean back down and let the time go past

And make this gentle Sunday feeling last

The afternoon is warm and full of light

The sofa cushion feels so soft and right

I close my book and lay it on my lap

Ready for a short and peaceful nap

The middle of the day is soft and slow

There is no place that we are forced to go

A sleepy haze comes resting on my eyes

Beneath the big blue endless quiet skies

A shaft of light is warming up my knees

Outside the leaves are swaying in the breeze

My breathing slows down to a gentle tide

With all my quiet dreams kept safe inside

The middle of the day is soft and slow

Watching the dust motes lazily glow

The world outside can spin around its wheel

While I enjoy the peaceful way I feel

Ten minutes pass or maybe half an hour

The afternoon has got a gentle power

To wash away the noise and bring us rest

This quiet moment is the very best

The middle of the day is soft and slow

The pleasant shadows start to tilt and grow

I stir a little on the cushioned seat

Feeling happy, warm, and so complete

I wake up slowly as the sunlight fades

Inside the calm room full of amber shades

I stretch my toes and give a little sigh

And watch the golden afternoon go by

The table's set with wooden spoons and bowls

We chop the herbs and butter up the rolls

A pot of soup is simmering away

To feed us on this easy kind of day

It feels so sweet to share a quiet meal

And talk about the small things that we feel

The steam is rising high into the room

And chasing off the winter shade and gloom

You pass the salt across the checkered cloth

I stir the pot and skim away the broth

No need to rush through supper or the soup

We sit together in a happy group

It feels so sweet to share a quiet meal

With nothing that we have to hide or steal

The glass of water sparkles in the sun

The peaceful afternoon has just begun

We take another slice of homemade bread

And talk about the funny things you said

The kitchen smells like garlic and warm spice

And sitting here with you is more than nice

It feels so sweet to share a quiet meal

While time moves like a slow and steady wheel

The evening light is dropping golden red

And soft thoughts gather inside my head

We leave the empty bowls upon the tray

And smile about the simple kind of day

The kitchen stays so cozy, warm, and clear

With everyone we love so very near

A knock comes soft upon the wooden gate

Our neighbors show up early, not too late

They bring a pie and sit upon the porch

The afternoon is glowing like a torch

We welcome everyone into the yard

Living simple lives is not so hard

We pull extra chairs around the tree

And talk as easy as can ever be

We pour some lemonade into four cups

The neighbor's friendly little puppy sups

We laugh at stories from a year ago

Watching the garden bushes bloom and grow

We welcome everyone into the yard

No need to keep up any heavy guard

The ice cubes clink against the glass so clear

It is so good to have our good friends here

No fancy party plans were ever made

Just sitting easy in the oak tree shade

Sharing laughs and watching light go down

Far away from all the noise of town

We welcome everyone into the yard

No worries come to make our spirits hard

The sky is turning orange, pink, and bright

As afternoon shifts gently into night

They say goodbye and head back down the lane

We stay outside and watch the sunset wane

A lovely evening shared with those we know

With hearts that feel so warm and full of glow

The tall glass sweats upon the outdoor table

I sit right back and read a simple fable

The ice is melting slow inside the drink

Giving me the time I need to think

The afternoon is sweet and full of rest

We are living every moment at its best

A lemon slice is floating at the top

And time itself has almost come to stop

I hear the ice clink softly on the glass

While watching green leaves rustle in the grass

The porch beam keeps the bright sun off my face

In this comfortable and friendly place

The afternoon is sweet and full of rest

No heavy troubles heavy in my chest

The cold drink cools my throat so nice and deep

While half the neighborhood is fast asleep

A swallow flies across the summer sky

We watch it circle as it passes by

There is no job that needs our hands right now

Just cool wind blowing on my sleepy brow

The afternoon is sweet and full of rest

We feel so light and feeling truly blessed

The straw is spinning slowly in the cup

As amber sunset starts to gather up

I finish up the last cold drop of juice

And let my sleepy muscles all loosen

The glass rests empty on the wooden stand

Inside a quiet, bright, and peaceful land

The afternoon light stretches long and low

It paints the picture frames with amber glow

A yellow rectangle upon the rug

Feels warm and cozy like a winter hug

The light is fading slow into the night

Everything around us feels so right

The wall is glowing like a sheet of gold

A quiet story that is gently told

I watch the shadow of the window frame

Move slowly like a sweet and lazy game

The room gets darker minute by degree

While I just sit and sip my herbal tea

The light is fading slow into the night

Holding on to every ray of light

The house is silent save for my own breath

Sensing quiet peace in life's sweet depth

We do not turn the lamps on right away

We let the darkness settle with the day

Just watching golden colors turn to gray

In this peaceful room where we can stay

The light is fading slow into the night

The golden wall is glowing soft and bright

We sit together on the rug so still

While dusk comes resting on the window sill

The gold turns into purple, quiet blue

I turn to look and smile right at you

The day ends gently like a softly sung rhyme

And wraps us in a sweet and peaceful time

The dinner dishes gather in the bowl

Cleaning up is good for my quiet soul

Warm water bubbles up with lemon soap

Filling up the room with quiet hope

There is no rush to dry a single plate

The evening hours are moving easy, late

The soap suds sparkle in the gentle light

And everything is calm and clear tonight

I rinse a ceramic mug beneath the tap

Outside a small dog sleeps upon a lap

The sponge feels warm and soft inside my hand

Doing simple chores across the land

There is no rush to dry a single plate

We let the water drain and simply wait

The kitchen counter shines so clean and dry

Beneath a quiet purple evening sky

We wipe the wooden table with a cloth

And watch a tiny nighttime silver moth

Fluttering around the porch lamp light

Guiding us so softly to the night

There is no rush to dry a single plate

Leaving all our worries at the gate

The dish towel hangs upon the oven door

As moonlight steps across the wooden floor

The sink is empty and the water gone

We stand together till the day is done

A quiet kitchen bathed in evening peace

Where all our daily efforts finally cease

The evening air is warm and smells of pine

We sit outside and drink a cup of wine

Or just some water in a glass of green

The prettiest backyard I have ever seen

Our voices drift like feathers in the air

No heavy burdens left for us to bear

We talk about nothing special through the night

Underneath the cozy string of light

The crickets start to sing their night time song

The shadows on the grass grow dark and long

A gentle laughter floats across the fence

Where everything makes simple quiet sense

Our voices drift like feathers in the air

We share a smile and lean back in the chair

The porch bulb casts a warm and friendly glow

While night time breezes softly start to blow

We do not speak too loud or push the time

Just listening to the night crickets chime

It feels so good to have no place to run

Now that the long and happy day is done

Our voices drift like feathers in the air

Feeling safe and happy resting there

The stars begin to twinkle one by one

After a day of quiet rest and sun

The voices quiet down into a hum

We know that peaceful sleep is bound to come

We walk inside and turn off the porch light

And wish each other a sweet and calm goodnight

I pull the thin quilt up around my chin

This is where the quiet dreams begin

The window lets a cool night breeze blow through

While I lie down and think of peace with you

The day is ending softly as it goes

Where the quiet river gently flows

My eyes grow heavy in the dark so deep

Sinking down into a easy sleep

The house is silent from the front to back

No trains are running on the distant track

A gentle moonlight rests upon the floor

Outside the night is calm forevermore

The day is ending softly as it goes

Leaving behind the red and golden rose

The pillow holds my head in sweet embrace

And calm is spread across my tired face

We rest our hands and let the Sunday end

Feeling grateful for a loyal friend

The weekend brought us everything we need

A quiet heart is very rich indeed

The day is ending softly as it goes

Nothing left to change or to oppose

The night is safe and warm around our home

No need for us to ever rush or roam

I close my eyes and take a quiet breath

Sensing life in all its gentle depth

The stars keep shining down so calm and clear

And peace remains right with us all right here