Beginning of the day the rooster makes its call,

The sun appears slowly from the clouds,

It’s the season for the migratory birds who come visit from far,

In a line pattern they fly,

Sky above so blue and clear,

Reflects on the water below ,

The water flowing gently with a soothing sound,

The pebbles visible in the clear water,

When felt the water seems so cold and freezing,

The water trickles down from the high mountains,

Mist covers the top,

A cloud sits on it as a crown,

The air so cold and clean,

It is the nature which is so dear,

Without which all of us will fall…