The sun is peeping out beneath the mountain,
The birds are creeping next in the garden,
The golden hour; pleases the heart
People stepping out with a new start,
The day light is peaceful and pleasant
Birds flying up to the mates;
and the Air Bus to the gates,
The universe is busy with a hurry;
and moving on with a glee,
The beautiful day light is on...
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