The yellow bowl of energy is rising from the east
Throwing speckles of light on such an endearing plane
Sculpted with two lakes, a hill with a pair of caves
And a sweet habitat for school of silvery scales
Gradually, radiance starts to emit heat
And the bowl of light up in the east
Birds sing their pieces, toads home to their keep
And a pair of eyes ogling a beautiful land asleep
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