In the dawn of each new day,
A symphony of hope we find,
With laughter as our guiding ray,
And love that warms the mind.

The sun that rises softly bright,
Paints our hearts with vibrant hues,
Whispering tales of pure delight,
In every drop of morning dews.

The smiles that bloom like flowers rare,
In gardens of our cherished dreams,
They cast away our deepest care,
With gentle, soothing beams.

So let us dance and sing aloud,
In fields of joy unending,
For happiness, like a fleeting cloud,
Is always worth defending.