When The Sun Comes Up

When the dew on the trees,
On the grass,
And on every flower
Glistens in morning’s light.
When the lark
Bursts out
Into joyous song.
Singing for all to hear,
To greet the morning.
When the sun comes up,
The world is clean,
The world is pure,
Ready for a new day.
When the sun comes up.

The End

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