When the dawn fall
We all rise
On the Splendor and groly
Of it's golden rays
Lay the eyes
Sober and shine
Work returns
To where it stopped and odious
To and from very busy
Caught up in the shiny
Day and light
When it is here, the midst
Of the today
No sitting or lay
Occupied and sconifuly
Presuming what's next
Hot, cold, or shiny
But something will be the mater
When the brilliant
Arrives, the night fall I utter
Since its now dack
Concluding to rest
In the cold beds
Before that
Yet again sketch
For tomorrow
And slips into a deep relaxation
And again wait for tomorrow's dawn
Just like that it goes round for centuries.