Something About a Sunrise
There is something about a sunrise
That speaks of a new glory day,
Something about each tendril of light
And every vivid sun-ray.
There is something about the colors
That speak of an Artist's brush,
Something in each careful hue
To make Lady Dawn blush.
There is Someone in the heavens
Who takes care to paint the morn,
Someone who loves all-
Be they happy, sad, or worn.
There is Someone in the heavens,
Ever near, unseen by earthly eyes,
Whose Light shines through days' end
And wakes again come sunrise.
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