Waking to vocal birds
That greets the rising sun,
The atmosphere is bright
So are the school kids
Daybreak scent from gardens
Little residents crawl and roam
The cold morning breeze
Plunge from ancient hills
Green below, blue above,
Gold across the horizon
Nature colours lovely self
With happy, life-giving hues
Morning reflects on window panes
Smells through the opened curtains
And nothing sums it all
My dreamland is awake
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