Look at the amazing sunshine,
I wish the whole morning is mine.
As if from the mountains, the sun is peeping,
To wake those who are sleeping.
The sun makes the trees, bushes and grass appear gold,
And the train moves across the wind which is cold.
All the animals are grazing- cows, bullocks & goats,
And in the rivers are sailing boats.
On the road I see a moving bus,
And the sun seems to move with us.
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