Mother's beloved, learn artistry of happy surviving !

A joy 

And at last, from Orient; appear the rising sun

That glows with his glory, the high horison.

And gentle breeze too depart; to her mission 

Over the dunes, coasts, and dales, the florescent--

Though sometimes the cool zephyr, display's anger; 

That has a reason, as every action has it's reaction. 

Ali ! also rode his horse to relish pasture season,

And Killdeer! too set on brooding into bits of rocks. 

Song birds happily; left out their resting places 

Dawn's flower also did wear new embroiderd cloths, 

They had like fairs of fragrence on their sweating faces

It's such a drink, that could never be skip by Motes. 

Morning star! too ran to his hermitage, 

And randy rays of early sun've bewitched, little Rosella !

Grazing goats, from birth she is deprived of parental love.

Little sweeties! of Swan hurried to souse the silent canal, 

On window pane, the Nachtegaal

Initiate to sing " a l'amour in honor of daisy Iris"

Dear babe! hear sweet sounds of Cackoo, in later hour that you would never heard.

Now you too wake up: to drink sweet breaths of dawn.

Smile and learn artistry of happy surviving,

Mother's beloved rejoice! 

New spark of life's long and cherish is arriving.