The Naked Eye

The morning
Perched high up in the tree
Sings it's song
Putting life into me
Feeding the earth
With warmth and love
The sun rises slowly
Blue skies above
Dew moistened grass
Covers the earth
Reflecting the sun
At this morning's birth
The day moves along
No slower than it came
The day gets dimmer
As down goes its flame
The sun now rests
Just above the horizon
The painting in the sky
To be seen by all men
All thosde spectacular colors
Illuminate the sky
That you only see at sunset
Through the naked eye