I gaze at the boiling sun
As it descends the earth below
happily striding along
Pure rest on all to bestow

As a painter wields a brush
So it scatters clouds above
And kisses them with scarlet lips
And sends them it's golden love

It turns it's pretty face
Revealing locks of gold
Laughing in it's youthful state
Daring darkness' hold

Then the silent cloak of night
Stealthily creeps at the corners of day
And insists on impending vict'ry
And chases the light away

And as the darkess falls over the land
Tumbling strongly so
The last wisps of our maiden's hair
Cling to thier perches with woe

Dark ruby are they And not so young
They boast not so oft
But meekly retreat to their celestial haven
And slink to thier final loft

But in their regretful departure
They dare not be down trodden
For they grasp a valueablr secret
they always return with morning