Don’t be late to wake up
In the morn to witness
The nature as it unfolds
Scenery, beautiful and fresh
Don’t be late to come out
And inhale the morning air
With creatures making sounds
You feel you are in a fair
Don’t miss the chance to
Walk down the slender path
To reach the water front to
See animals taking their bath
Don’t be late to take a stroll
Across the vast country side
There upon hilltop a golden
Ray takes an uneven ride
Don’t make late to go so far
Where the stream flows sweet
It flows with a song to where the
Sky to the horizon does meet
Don’t make late to feel the dew
That takes shape upon bower
Else you will miss the beauty
In the morn nature does offer
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