The birds sing everywhere in the morning.
Women and men clear the grass in the garden.
The sky changes it’s face, as if to say the rain will come.
Push the door, walk out.
There is dew in the small grass and flowers, that is so lovely to see.
There are treasures beneath the soil that we don’t know about.
When you look out the window,
Mountains and bridges look exceptionally beautiful.
Perhaps the elves and gnomes want to meet us.
