Bright sun kisses the purple mountains. I open my eyes and find that night has gone. Morning comes now, silent but strong. Night is spent. The moon is nothing more Than a distant shadow of light nearly lost In the glowing hues of daybreak. The fight of darkness is weak. At long last the shining round Ascends to reveal an endless day, Because no more will I make the mistake To change what I have. I will appreciate the day and try no more To amend what is already mine. The night is over, finally gone. I am pleased to see it leave, and hope That I can be as swift as the sun, Following it across the globe So I never have to see it set again