The east is red orange
Like a ripe mango
Beautiful to the eyes
Like a sun flower
The sky is clear as a crystal
Birds are flying
In flocks
Red ones first
Gorgeous as a rose
Blue ones follow
Calmly as a toad
Oh, the white ones
Pure and true
Are flapping their wings
To explore this endless world
Flowers are blooming
Slowly as molasses
Their scent is spreading
I see the bees, butterflies
From the east coming this side
Cheering with joy
New dawn, another day to live
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