The dawn so beautiful,
Makes my aim more fresh and clear.
Ravishing inhabitance I have seen,
The man of dawn, down the scene.
I am the disciple of discomfort,
And as cheerful as enlivening misery.
The caged entity of human,
Cannot envisage my lamenting treasury.
When I step into the morning,
Nature entitles me as a moron.
A stupid like the murk of night,
Crossing the borders of mountain pride.
The mystery is never-ending,
That to whom I belong to.
Neither the day nor night is mine,
But I can die for sunshine.