The moon fades out as sunrise comes to sing;
A chorus stirs from nature's tuneful lips.
The sunbeams stretch out from our solar king
And flowers dance their hues from budding hips.
The heads of corn all rustle in the breeze -
The willow's weep with summer's em'rald weight.
That golden orb has strangled winter's freeze
And seared away the snow and icy hate.
So let us all enjoy the times we hold
Forgetting chilly times that are to come.
There is a warming feel upon this wold;
For now we’ll soak up love beneath the sun.
Below the grass that seems beset with frost,
The flowers stir and nothing's ever lost.