The mountains were quite, the morning sodden
The lake was dark, shadowed were the trees
The insects were asleep, waiting to be awaken
In a slumber were the animals, asleep were the bees
The birds asleep had filled the nests on the trees
Dark were the mountains, not a hint of shine in them,
The land too seemed, lifeless and dull
But then at last, it came
The mountains awakened first, with the virgin touch of
glimmer
From behind them, to change the course, rose the extravagant
sun
Thus began the rejoice, thus the birds began to flutter,
Thus the awakening dawned, the slumber disappeared