The first drops of golden rays
wake the deeply slumbered earth

Wind blows a cold breeze from the bay
let the flowers dance with mirth

Dewdrops strewn like myriad crystals
mirror nature in a mirage

Flowers bloom with fragrant petals
capture butterflies on espionage

Cold river constantly flows
rushing down in a slender twist

Valleys and prairies and meadows
reveal their splendor from the mist

Trees unfold its emerald crown
to welcome the morning bright
On their huge bough, I lay down
to bask on a blitheful sight.