The bright sun peers
Through the white clouds
It’s like a gold coin
Gleaming on the snow
Flowers are dancing
Trees are smiling
Birds are singing
When they see the pretty sun
The winds breezes through
Fresh scents everywhere
Birds fly
The sunset flares
The sun, wind, birds, trees and flowers
They always make us happy
They expand
The beauty of nature
-Vishmi Kawshalya
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