(Nya Chahar,11 appreciates the beauty that lies in the beginning of a new day)

The bright yellow sun out,
The trees wake up,
And tell the wind,
The wind flows past,
And whispers to the grass,
The grass nudges the flowers,
The flowers generously give their sweet pollen,
The buzzing bees swarm up high in the lovely blue sky,
Tell the robin,
The robin gently pecks at the rooster,
Cock-a-doodle-doo, cock-a-doodle-doo! alarm clock rings,
And now finally the morning has begun.