It’s bright light glimmers on the morning dew

Rising from the ground in the east

And making its way up to the sky,

Saying hello to all those below.

“Good morning” echo the birds

And the plants and the bugs

As darkness had cast its shadow during the night

When gloom can rears its ugly head.

The sun disappears at night,

But all those below know to look east,

Especially the flowers whose petals may wilt

But hold on for tomorrow

Because wherever the light is, the flowers will find it.