The morning brings forgiveness.
Upon the tired, middle-aged housewife
Longing for something, someone new;
Upon the freshly bloomed teenager
Who’s found that it was better
To stay a bud a bit longer;
Upon the dark, cold streets
Riddled with hate;
Upon the faults of our society:
The corrupt, inconsiderate, apathetic,
Upon all these the Sun smiles
With love and compassion
And forgiveness
In the morning.

In the morning
The young, innocent children,
Pure as white virgin snow,
Are slowly awakened
So as to greet the blooming flowers
And grace the
Corrupt,
Hateful,
Dark,
Cold,
And lovely,
Sunny,
Fortunate,
Fresh,
Forgiven world
With their presence.
In the morning,
All is well again.