Dawn breaks on this January morn,
Twenty-sixth day, two-zero-two-five born.
Sunday's golden threads weave through the air,
A tapestry of light, beyond compare.
Frost-kissed windows, nature's own art,
Intricate patterns, a crystalline start.
The world awakens, a gentle sigh,
As winter's palette paints the sky.
Coffee's aroma, a comforting embrace,
Wraps around souls at a leisurely pace.
Pages of books unfurl like wings,
As the day's potential softly sings.
Step into this canvas, brush in hand,
Create your masterpiece, bold and grand.
For in each moment, a story unfolds,
And in your heart, the future holds.
So rise and shine, with dreams anew,
This Sunday's promise belongs to you.
In XENSORIA's embrace, find your way,
And paint with joy this January day.