Rises the sun, with a bright smile,
I see it’s warmth with the head held high,
In a moment I hear the chirpings,
I know it’s time to feed the birds,
Which wakes with the rising sun.
The breeze is cool, soon it will warm up,
The birds have settled, soon they will fly away,
As the sun take it’s round, the day will soon turn to night.
I hear the sound of the temple bells,
The world has woken up to a new day,
For some it might be the same old day,
But for me it might be my last day.
The birds have finished eating,
Some drinking water from the earthen bowl,
As they fly away in the woods,
I too leave for my usual chores.