A new sunrise, new hope. The blessing of first light
Comes in soft and slow over the bottom rim of the black sky,
And you feel that this day will have some goodness to it.
Of course, that’s all in your head. Whatever goodness is to be,
Or isn’t to be, comes from what you do, not what you see.
Still, it is lovely, and there is some hope for goodness
To be found in beauty. Just enjoy the sunrise that comes to you.