A morning after rain

Birds give a cheering try
Flying in the purple sky

Moon is back for some rest
"We are going" the stars cry

Trees are ready after shower
The flowers are opening eye

Sun is smiling like a bride
Clouds are going a little high

Come on John, leave the bed
Granny is making apple pie

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