What if I told you, 

Just before six,

The sky turns rosy 

With wakening blush,

And the sun pokes out

Its bright orange nose

Between two peaks.

And what if I told you, 

When it sees fit,

The sun paints the sky blue,

And a river between the peaks 

A dazzling silver,

Splashing purple on snowy granite,

The color of a steam engine.

And what if I told you,

When the sun warms the earth,

A city throws off

A chilly blanket of fog

And sends and army of taxis

For people to ride to work in.

If I told you all that,

Would you follow me to

The top of the city, 

The top of the world,

To watch the sun awake 

And paint the sky 

And cityscape?