the bright morning day

The flowers bloom bright sunshine

The butterfly flapping its wings

Gathering rays of morning glory

The time of the day

Firecrackers hit the sky

Of colours silver bright

Calling up the sleepy heads

It's time of the day

A young woman walks by

Quick even steps she takes

As if catching her date

Time is the essence so they said

The butterfly takes flight

The work of the day begins

The cool day for a while

The wind sleeps in wonderland

And the Goat takes his throne

A huge burden but with steady hands

The Horse gallops off to his holidays

The Goat smiles “It's my time!”