The Morning for My Daughter
I painted the sky.
The sky became blue,
The clouds became white.
I hid all the stars -
I'll get them back at night.
And hung the yellow sun
Right there up high.
I turned the little rain on
And washed all the grass,
And wove the rainbow colors
Up in the sky.
The morning started singing,
The morning woke up -
It hopes you will smile,
It hopes you will smile!
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