Dawn The Painter
He comes from the east
Dawn is the painter who likes to paint
He climbs the horizon
Splatters colours that will never faint
Beams of sunlight his hand and painting brush
With bristles of brightness to decorate
The land upon which he paints
That land his picture he wants to create
His song the hymns on awaking birds
He expresses his chant as cheerful as spring
Whilst amalgamating colours on his palette
To add to his perfect morning painting
The scenery his masterpiece
His portrait for the day
And will wait
For the following day