Thursday, August 7, 2014

In the East

The Sun it comes,
It comes.
High above the trees.
Rising in the east.
Doing as it please.
Lending its light,
Piercing through night.
Shine on, Shine on.
Your work has just begun.
Illuminate the day,
Revealing the way,
The Sun it rise, it rise.


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