The mornings are so beautiful,
With the lakes dazzling like diamonds.
How beautiful is it to see the sky.
As if it is pointed with a blue dye.
The nights are so dark,
With our natural satellite as a mark,
Shinning in the night with the stars,
With our grandparents telling us about old world wars.
I could feel the cold breeze,
Because of the earth covered with tress
Aint I one of the luckiest people in the world ,
To see these beautiful sceneries?