When nature is at its finest,
It is morning.
Greetings from the day.
Birds chirp
They sing of early sunshine.
How the morning glory chases away the darkness!
When nature is painting colors,
A vibrant rainbow is formed.
After a downpour, a queue of beads on their flight,
Glistening in the sunlight
When nature is at its best,
Our spirits are raised with zest.
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