
Streaming through the trees,
casts a glow on the city—
greets the day: our sun.

Streaming through the trees,
casts a glow on the city—
greets the day: our sun.

Crisp autumn morning:
city under construction—
all cranes hail the sun.

A prolonged labour—
then gloriously crowning,
sun rises; rejoice!

Eye of the tower
glowing with Cyclops power—
marvel of the sun.