Eastward I see the new sun
and I believe I heard the sun yawning,
though nightfall will surely come
a new day is surely dawning.
The birds soon sing their new songs,
new songs of a newfound day.
What joy a new day brings
when she brings her joy your way.
Secure are the birds in their nest
atop the greatest of all the trees,
the winds blow in from the west
the leaves dance to an eastward breeze.
Dandelions reach for the skies
as if giving homage to that which has begun.
Nightfall inflicted its slumber,
but from nightfall, daybreak has come.
And all that is seen is glorious
for her light doth shine with splendor.
A day like this is notorious
for making slumber nights surrender.
Like the birds who sing their new song
my heart is filled to overflowing,
for a new day has come along
and her fiery sun is glowing. |
