Bright is the day that forms,
shaped by hands unseen;
the world is glowing with joy,
the air is pure and fresh.
There is wind in the flag; it bounds,
it leaps with light step,
it soars, swoops, dips,
bobs in the light like a bird.
How can hearts be weighed down?
Let your soul soar with the breeze,
your mind rejoice in creation,
for gladness is the hue of dawn.