Ahana Gupta
When the morning sun comes up high,
It brightly lights up the whole sky.
When the moon makes a sigh,
And the darkness says goodbye.
The summit of the hills blush with the first ray,
All trees dance in their own way.
The flowers and the leaves say,
Hurrah! it's the beginningof the day.
The blissfulanimals say good morning to all,
The golden drop of sunshine fall.
When comes up the fire ball,
The birds chirp from trees tall.
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