• What a sight it is to see,
    As the sun rises from the east,
    Light rays ribbon across the sky
    Tickling the clouds as they streak by.

    Dew blankets the grass,
    Sun rise is coming fast,
    Everything comes to life
    Its time to start the day.

    The smell of breakfast, the kettle is whistling,
    Birds are happy flying all around chirping,
    Its like music, so fantastic,
    Exotic, the sound u hear when day breaks.

    Like a beautiful painting on canvas,
    The picture before us,
    The artist.. none other than God himself,
    Oh what a beautiful sight to see,
    When i think to myself.

    When its time, and the suns ready to sleep,
    It slips down to the west softly, loosing intensity
    Its just as pretty i must say,
    For it crimsons everything in the way,
    Then finally it disappears until the cycle starts again the next day.