I met the sun this morning,

my faithful friend,

he was waiting for me,

at the vase filled with flowers,

my love picked for me,

he is always there for me,

except on rainy or cloudy

or snowy mornings,

he was always there for me,

even when no one else was,

he is always cheerful,

expectant, encouraging to me,

he always brings me a gift,

every morning, he always touches

something for me to see, and whispers to me,

this day is precious, too, Jon,

please see you make the most of it,

and I will see you tomorrow,

I can’t stay but a minute in this window,

then he moves up, and is gone.