Observe high above the sky; when the cloudy, golden sun drift away,
Hiking by her side is the hilly country, where shines colours of day,
Glittering clouds, a nought abundance of gold may define the beauty,
The smell of dew on dry clay on air; life wakes to benevolent serenity,
The earth is up; with her cocoons, tree-dwellers and all winged insects,
It is time for the herd to journey through hills and valleys and streamlets
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