The Sun Rises

The sun peeps slowly,               

The whole world waits for its dawn,     

 I observe closely,                                                       

Buds blossom lovely,            

Darkness melts like the dew drops,   

The souls are lucky,                                                   

Farmers take the plows and untie their bullocks,            

They ran to pasture,                                                      

The lilies turn heads to the eastern direction and attract honey bees.

The streets are echoed by the vegetable vendors who welcome sun rises