Star grace the sky
with weiry morn red eye.
Breaching the realms of man
streaching as far as you can.
bringing forth the days glee
bring a smile in me.
Tho the day be long
and filled with smoke and mechanical song,
every morn I get to know
with first light somewhere you gleam a rainbow.
Altho most ants don't bear to look,
busy with life by hook and by crook,
I feel glad to notice your charm
to give life and light to the world.