When a streak of golden light
Grazes the green floor of the lawn
When in search of seeds from
Tree to tree the hungry squirrels run
When across the lush valley
The stream flows silently all alone
When to sleep till the evening
The stars hide behind the horizon
When after taking baths men
Pray towards the slowly rising sun
A sweet melody by birds and
Bees around opening flowers is spun
It is time to wake up and see
The beauty of a purely peaceful dawn
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