The yellow Sun evading the skies,
A black cloud of mixed feeling,
The blue tear strained eyes.
The mist hanging in the air,
The white dew drops in the field,
The heavenly smell of thatched hay,
The fathers scattered everywhere.
The delicious smell of baked corn,
The cock singing a perfect rhyme,
The lively squirrel on the tree,
The evanescent rising of dawn.
The hedges covered with green foliage,
The fields to be ploughed at,
The hushed rustling of the trees,
The sweet melody in the air.