I am Rooster.  Crowing loud.  Crowing clear.  Crowing to raise the Sun.

          I am Rooster.  I do not crow to greet the Sun.  I crow to wake it from the dead.  To give it new life--new purpose.  To bring it forth.  To place it back into the sky.

          I am Rooster.  Return, oh Sun.  Your job's not done.  Your people are cold and lonely.  They need to see your shining face.  They need to feel your warm embrace.

          I am Rooster.  Return, oh Sun.  Today is not a good day to die.

Rooster wakes the sun
From the dead.  Can we see that
It is good to live?