Eastward I see the new sun

and I believe I heard the sun yawning.

For 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 nests

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 surrendor.

 

Like the birds who sing their new song,

my heart is filled to overflowing.

For a new day has finally come along,

and her fiery sun is glowing.