Good morning sun, it’s a day off for you,
The farms here smell of hay,
Winter’s coming, say cheerful all –
It’s a foggy foggy day.
Chilling breeze blow, the flowers sleep,
The cattle too shy to wake.
The Misty veil covers the sky,
To camouflage day break.
The morning tea, appeals to me –
Says “relax a bit my dear.
Fog has shone, don't lose your guts –
It says that winter’s here”.
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