Each day the sunrise wakes us from our daring dreams

The nice cool breeze begins flowing in the morning air

A great yellow sphere glances over the horizon

Then it slowly rises peeking through your window

As it whispers good morning and the alarm rings

The children starts to wake while the birds start to sing

Little dandelions bloom across the field 

As the sphere stares at us through the day

It changes its colours before saying

Goodnight see you tomorrow, i'm going away