The Beauty Of The Sun
Gentle cheer, bids you share, quiet morning.
Mists, softly lifting, just before dawn.
A time for thinking, surrounded by tranquil feelings of daybreak.
Still dark, but soon.
The beauty of the sun, breathes a delicate glow, into the night.
So subtle, you don’t even know, ‘til the trees, walk into the light.
Air so sweet, the heart rejoices, with the splendor.
Gentle Warrior calls your name.
A magical adventure lies ahead.
He awaits your step.