The sun rises every morning
Whether there be clouds,
Whether there be snow or sleet
It walks on
Traveling on invisible feet.

And the waters rise
When the sun comes up
While young dolphins open their eyes,
And out in the depths
The seaweed fights the tides.

Trees raise their branches
To the morning glory of the sun
Whether it should rain or give praise
To the little tree mother
Who feeds her leaves.

Humans rise for work
Even in the depths of dark,
And through the rain they see
Their courage to come
As they listen to the song of the lark
Another day, another start.