There's so much to do, got nothing planned. All can be pushed to later.
Don't set the alarm, give it a day off. No bells to be your dictator.
A coffee, some breakfast, I'll eat it in bed. Soft music to tickle the ear.
Summer brings sunshine, let's move to outside. Birdsongs are all that I hear.
A nap in the garden, a book on my face. I'll read it later, perhaps, if I want.
For now I'm okay here, lounging on the lawn. My lazyness is great to flaunt.
So soon over this day on which I did naught and pushed off every chore.
Most days are great for getting things done, but on Summerdays we love to ignore.