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.