After a quiet couple of showers, nature looks calmer, refreshed more beautiful than before With every creature waiting for someone, surely their regular guest the warmish Sun! which eventually born from beneath the mountains, illuminating the dark sky, ready for its routine run.
The very silence of the dawn slowly breaks, by the whistling noise of insects and snakes. The pure water, still stagnate on the earth crust, the grasses seem to rejoice at quenching their thirst.
Slowly, the very first rays fall on the greens and thatched roof shelter, the aroma of wet ground fills the air scenting every corner.
The bell is heard ringing, symbolizing the aged at the temple door, the heavy bell, which remained wet, all night enables it to sound more.
Listen to the cheerful chirping of the ever joyful birds, leaving their nests, flattering their purified wings, flying troughs and crests.
And as the sand slips down, men are seen, heading towards the fields, with full of vitality and enthusiasm, to grow the future, sowing present seeds.