Lo, wakes the dawn of summer’s night
In brilliant rays of gold
Light touches every drop of sand
Yearns seeking space to hold
Let triumph of the cold be done
Its war against the heat not won
Let bugles ring the moon’s demise
You’ll see victorious sun arise
Land freed of dark has fire again
Intact trees once more grow
Loomed darkness for millennia
Yet now may freedom show
Leery of change the people wait
In foolishness perhaps
Veering between despair and hope
Expecting dawn to lapse