In the realm where the sun first gleams,
Resides the Queen of morning dreams.
She paints the sky in shades of rose,
Her golden aura softly glows.
A crown of light upon her brow,
She graces all with a tranquil bow.
Her subjects, birds in joyful song,
Welcome her reign all morning long.
She rules with grace, a gentle hand,
Over the realms of sea and land.
The Queen of a sunrise, fair and wise,
In her reign, all darkness dies.