Hard and sunny

It is Sunday, with sun bright and hard
And you wake up to another hard day
And sea is beautifully hard and sunny.

It was only 3 days back we had storm
In living room to push back with a foot
To a balcony and wipe its anger clean.

Luckily the woman sits on chair in ICU,
And her head is vertical along the wall
And her blood has less carbon dioxide.

Her dirty department high functioning,
She may be discharged now to home
If papers proclaim her hard and sunny.

It is Sunday with a sun bright and hard.
As to waking up to another of the days
There seems no acute shortage of days