The sorrow of the night torments me and I wait for peace of dawn.

I watch as the sun creeps across the
sky.
 
The night breaks and the light spreads calling the world to rise.

Morning arrives slowly, pink and orange cuts the inky black, and then erupts all at once in golden glory.

Apollo speeding across the sky in his chariot.

I listen to the birds begin their song and walk among the vines of morning glories as they open to receive the sun.

This is the day the Lord has made, let us rejoice and be glad in it.

I close my eyes and give thanks for my favorite part of the day.