The morning sun brings joy
Now that the dark has gone
And the clan is wide awake
To begin the days routine
The clouds are bright
For the new day has come
Birds fly away over the hills
The forest trees drift about
The mists are sucked off
As the heat of the Sun shine forth
The airs are dry
The winds are flirty
The infants wanting milk wail
Dogs, cats, pigeons; pets play about
The clan is ready to work
For the day waits for no man
The morning has come
Hopes are high
The traders offload their goods
And the town is fully woken
