Saffron Stitch

[Verse 1]
Sunday morning, a silk knot untied,
Sheets tangled loose, where old worries hide.
The coffee maker sings its gentle tune,
Underneath a quiet, rainy moon.
A silent promise, softly sighed.

[Chorus]
Oh, this quiet Sunday, unfurling light,
A gentle weaving, soft and bright.
New patterns bloom, in morning's grace,
No need to rush, just find your space.

[Verse 2]
Saffron light spills, across the wood,
My fingers trace the quiet mood.
The damp outside, no phở cart's steam,
Just coffee warmth, a waking dream.
A small green plant, a verdant friend,
Where quiet moments never seem to end.

[Bridge]
Each moment a thread, delicate and fine,
A new pattern forming, truly mine.
No urgent words, just space to breathe,
A quiet grace my spirit can receive.

[Outro]
This quiet warp, a gentle hum,
A soft accord, for what's to come.