Ode to the Homeward Bound

Oh how swell, to hear the symphony of the dawn.
As the sun promises to never go down.
Forgetting his throne, and his crown.

Oh how great, to see colourful curtains of the northern lights.
As the evening turns bright.
Losing her daily cloak of fright.

Oh how serene, to feel the coldness of morning dew.
As the coffee starts to brew.
Spreading the most delicate view, you.