the day awakes, beautiful morn,
the sun risen, a unique dawn
it's yellow rays, in earthly space
does cast on me, it's newest grace,
it reflects, shines, from east to west,
it's hands feel all, eyes see the rest,
what beauty seen by my two eyes?
that helps me more, to be alive.
always ignored and neglected-
by mindless men and those unfed.
yet it still shines, and all the more,
kindles the earth, at every dawn,
so beautifully, too beautifully!
daily miracle, so heavenly.
earth's source of life, celestial light,
the pauper's hope, the bourgeois' guide.
all things solaced, in it's mild rays,
thus waits the night, and crave for day.
beacon of hope! sweet light above!
what thing would be without your love?
/here comes the sun contest/