Once In My Village

The orange light filled the nature, which radiated the sun
They hit the dew that hung on the leaf tips, reflecting light into the gold

A slight breeze cradles and greets the morning.
Chopping leaves that had been blooming

Birds jumping, flying and singing sing, they rejoice and adore their Creator, while occasionally feeding

Denga filled with air that peppered the chest, and beauty that no match
It's the atmosphere I always miss ..

With me

@aa9