Sunrise brings the birth of day,
The morning dew bathes the hour,
Birds provide the opera in trees,
And, life again is fresh to share.
Your self has helped me to know,
That life, like nature, is sweet,
And despite trouble or strife,
You're the one who's really neat.
Your stature would make a lion cower,
Your character is beyond compare,
Your life is liked by everyone,
When things are bad, you are there.
Sunsets are coming--they always do,
Life will shorten into the night,
The birds will retire in silence,
But you will always be the Light.
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