Morning Glory

The sun does rise; I open my eyes. A new day has come; I stretch on my vine. I spread myself to soak in the rays. In quiet splendor, in silent praise. A new day has come, I continue to bloom, where I am planted, where I am true. I follow the sun as it warms my face, with its bright rays and warm embrace. As the sun sets, I close up my bloom, until another day starts up anew.