A ball of fire peeks over the land,
Creating colors of all shades.
Come, take my hand,
Before the beauty fades.

The green of the grass appears,
And the glow of the light reveals.
To my eyes the splendor brings tears,
To all my senses does this appeal.

It’s time to start over, start anew,
Maybe now I can make things right.
Maybe today I’ll repair myself too,
With the power and strength of this light.

As this, my friend, ascends higher,
Lifts my spirit along with it.
Today I will not tire,
For now, the whole world is brightly lit.