The night melts in to the day
Clearing the thickets of darkness
The white sun wakes up
To the call of sprightly rooster
Standing upon the mound of soil
Looking up at the sky
The leaves shiver
Holding the boughs in tight grips
The flat wind blows like
The breathings of the rugged hills
Touching the clouds
Silence of the valley
Breaks into pieces of bird calls
As flowers smiles watching
The butterflies rolling down their
Petals with the dew drops to
Fall gently on the thick grasses
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