The sun smiled on me this morning
In sunny, golden hues,
It tinged the sky with color,
Bright yellow and pale blues.

Like some gigantic painting,
Breathtaking to behold,
Created by the Master's hand,
The reds were mixed with gold.

The mountains in their majesty
Their peaks all capped with snow
Cast shadows o'er the country
To the City far below.

"Good morning, Mr. Sun," I said,
"How nice you came my way."
I seemed to hear a cheery voice,
"God sent me out today."