My eyes openand smileas I hearthe young cryof a rooster.I look upto the skyand saygood morningto the world.The Snow Queengreets mewith a benevolent giftof a curly white blossom.I smellthe fresh giftof the queenas I emergefrom the houseto visitthe world outside,plucking a myriadof rainbow blossoming budsthat look likean endless fieldof happiness,dancing with the creaturesof the world.A cryfrom the goose,whose tender featherslook likea long carpetof shining silk,calls the flock.The flock comesto their humble leaderand danceswith the sun.A splatterfrom the brookbrings delightful treasuressent as giftsto our belovedWillow Grove.I stretch outmy young handshoping for permissionto drink the wateras though I could bedrinking beauty itself.In return,I picka tender daisyand carefullygive it to the stream.I lookto the sunand saya humble thanksfor this providentialact of kindnessthe worldhas givenme.