In the morning light, the sky so blue,
The sun ascends with golden grace,
Warming the earth with its embrace.
Beneath this dome, so wide and high,
Dreams take wing and spirits fly.
The blue sky holds a promise true,
Of endless days and skies anew.
In the morning light, the sky so blue,
The sun ascends with golden grace,
Warming the earth with its embrace.
Beneath this dome, so wide and high,
Dreams take wing and spirits fly.
The blue sky holds a promise true,
Of endless days and skies anew.