Beams welcome a bright new morn

Waking to its beauty and peacefulness

Such clear skies, a perfect dawn

Rejuvenated is the thoughtfulness

It however wears off as mister day walks on

For life's a thief that stab joy in the heart

To leave it forever buried it has sworn

Rather than to see her grow fat.

Despite hypocrites stand the surrounding

And life but bitter herbs and sore wine,

the soul shall seal itself to the bounding

For it is the one true divine.

By dusk a sober mood set in

Where in the world had it been.