I write these as a bit of fun
To spin away the hours
Which gets a little harder when
I find I’m feeling dour
But even so my bedtime calls
Depression will not last
For when I’m rested in the morn
I’ll find the night has past
The sunrise on the mountaintops
Will then consume my view
And I will praise the God above
For beauty He’s imbued
In hills and plains and buildings tall
The gold and orange consume
The shadows of the former dark
And warm the empty room
The dawn will break the icy cold
The rays of light will shine
We’ll dance in all the tender hues
When joy is yours and mine