Majesty of the Morning--
Calling forth the dawn.
Hailing life, after night--
Beckoning the sun.
She's quiet, humble, beautiful,
And never lingers long.
For when the sun has risen--
She slips away--she's gone.
Let not your heart succumb--
To the sadness of this parting.
For the lady will always hearken--
The sunlight in the morning.