The end of night approaches,
Soon the morning comes,
Standing on the jetty,
here the sun does come.
A slight of orange,
On the horizon,
Shows what is beginning,
The sun is on its way.
It eases into the distant sky,
and starts to change its color,
as it takes its place.
From burning orange hue,
To brilliant golden yellow,
Higher it does rise.
To where I stand,
It sends a streak of light,
reflected on the bay.
A beacon of direction,
pointed right to me,
as if the sun does say,
I give this day to thee .....
