New dawn of a new day

When the bright sun rises in the east
So do people when after they sleep
They come together to have a feast
It is a new dawn of a new day to keep

With the sun blooming in the morning day
Little children run out in the fields to play
Whenever it'd be in January, March, or December
It is a a new dawn of a new day to remember

When the pink sun sets in the west
So does life when they need to rest
Beneath the starry night's gleam
It is a a new dawn of a new day to dream

It this a poem or what? I wrote it, but I don't know what to make of it.