The yawning dawn

I hear the birds call me

As my rays stretch over the horizon.

My golden warmth

Chases the moon back

And illuminates all still asleep.

With puffy white clouds

And a gentle spring breeze

The morning greets you at your door.

Soon a smell of coffee

And breakfast downstairs

Will rouse you from your sleep.

With my rays cutting through

Your windows and blinds

To gild all in gold that you love.