I open up my weary eyes,

A soft light do I see.

Greeted by a bright sunrise

Content just to be.

On its way to give us warmth,

To shower us in its light

And the day shall it bring forth.

Its work a wondrous sight.

Reds and oranges, yellows and blues,

Like an oil painting;

The sky painted with beautiful hues,

Darkness no longer reigning.

The morning light has set the mood,

For a great day shall I strive.

This morning I’m feeling good;

This morning I’m feeling alive.