It comes early morning,
And shines so bright.
He does his job and lives his life,
No matter how many years have gone,
He would come out and share his light.

He takes his break on a stormy day,
Because those are the days he sleeps till late,
When he gets sick we always know,
Those are the days the rain doth pour.

Before he goes he covers himself with,
Pinky clouds that float about,
It's twilight time to the world again,
Then pop he appears and
disappears.

Soon he will have another busy day,
Once again to wake us up
And start a new day.