L A In the Morning

The sun never ceases to blossom here Right where I stand On the lofty heights of Ladera Like biblical Moses Watching the promised land I love to observe the sun at dawn Building patterns of golden rays Like a rainbow Cascading from heights of Ladera To the fountains of Fox Hills City of the rising sun Masks of different planets Black, brown, white, yellow In a rainbowlike pattern The fresh smell of the poor and rich Rolling across in their towncars and Oldsmobiles Land of hope, City of Angels L.A. is God's gift to mankind!