I woke up this morning,
To the arrival of my fair lady;
A guest so cherished,
A reason for much celebration.
So white, so light like feather,
Having the purity of an angel;
Inspiring me to charge up,
And see the hidden motivation.
To do my duty silently,
Without any flashes or roars;
No desire to show it off,
Without disturbing any imagination.
To work towards a magical world overnight,
Which clearly needed a renovation.