I looked up at the golden colors,
Cascaded into views.
The sun preparing
It's the most adulate show,
From the steepest mountain
Tiny rays strew all over the world.
We wander through a field of flowers
Engulfed by your rays.
Sweet lullaby of bird chirps,
Meditate fickle souls of us.
Race the sky, see how much we can do
In the daylight...