The dawn spills gold on leaf and stream,A waking world, a whispered dream.Soft fingers trace the meadows crest,And stir the earth from slumbers rest. Through dancing boughs, it weaves its light,A painters brush, so bold and bright.It warms the stone, the brook, the pine,And fills the heart with joy divine. No sorrow lingers in its gaze,No shadow dares to cloud its rays.Its laughter sings in skies so wide,A promise kept, a steadfast guide. Oh, blessed sun, with golden hand,You chase the dark from sea and sand.
[ (C)ontinue, (R)efresh, (B)ack, (H)elp, (E)nd, (T)op, (Q)uit, or RETURN ]:
You kiss the bloom, the field, the tree,And wrap the world in harmony. So let me stand beneath your glow,And let my heart reflect its flow.For in your light, all sorrow fades,And life is bright in golden shades.