In morn ever comes the
sun
He never fails in
the run.
Peeps through the
window
To wake, all his slept
sons.
"If light has come,
Will dark be still"?
And with spirit of life
it fills
In every creature the
warmth of joy
To be alive in this wonderful
world.
Yet in that
mournful hour
When the sun sets
A pal of gloom in every
creature rest
And then birds fly
to their nest.
To feed their little
ones with pest.
And in that mournful
hour
When sky fills
with orange and red
And the day dooms
to silent hours.
It reflects and
moves our mind
