Every sunrise is a present, a gift from God above,
Gift-wrapped with scarlet ribbons and tied with bows of love.
Each day’s a new beginning, a time to start anew,
While all the stars are sleeping, and the rose is fresh with dew.
Every day’s a new creation, too lovely to ignore,
And we may find a blessing, just outside our door.
We cannot keep the past, like fireflies in a jar
Nor journey to the future by wishing on a star.
Every sunrise is a blessing, a gift for just today.
Rejoice, my friend, embrace it before it fades away!