Night brings with itself dread and obscurity,
Constraining us to surrender our dreams and aspirations.
Expecting the light we dazzle ourselves,
As we close our eyes in fear of the dim.
Without light, haziness wins,
It runs the earth with torment and hardship.
Fiendish things crawling on the surface of the earth,
despite which we are nothing.
However, as the rising sun claims first light,
it carries with it guarantee and satisfaction,
blooms opening to extraordinary…the morning,
the sun extending its brilliant arms to favor the day.
Laying in the morning light we knock down the darkness
Within the sight of light we wind up inspired,
Our dreams wind up, lit up once more.
In spite of the fact that distress and agony may conflict as the night progressed,
Euphoria and bliss accompanies the morning.
Come, then, at least we may enjoy
This Saturday morning
Because love and hope still exists in this world, oh! It’s raining.