When the morning sun ascends
And the cocks begin to crow
Whilst the mists fall from a bough
They welcome and wake us up
So when you feel the sun's ray
'Tis time to rise and pray
When the cloudy sky turns dark
And the cold breeze starts to blow
Sooner or later will show
Tiny showers we call rain
So when the sky is gloomy
Stay neath a canopy
When the guava tree bears fruits
Which then begin to ripen
And later become rotten
It reminds us of seasons
So when a near fruit turns sweet
You must not miss a taste
When the night closes the day
And the stars start to frolic
To the cicadas' music
They give a refreshing yawn
So when the moon comes to peep
You must now go to sleep
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