Seraph of the Everlasting Dawn

For every day the sun will rise. A unique scene will
grace my eyes. By this shore I've always stood. Right
on by this pillar of wood.The ground moist from
morning dew. Another sign of a day born new. The
clouds will part, forming works of art. The boats set
sail, to make new tales.New lives are born, new hope
will form. The Earth still turns, and the Sun still burns.
Always here for the morning rise, so that I can just
fantasize.