The little stars are awake behind the clouds,
The moon felt so sleepy at night,
The fragrance of flowers, that whirls in the wind,
Cheered up the silver moon light.
The bees, fly buzzing , buzzing on the flowers,
sipping honey with their tiny stings,
The Fireflies are hiding, hanging on the bushes,
and flying in the air, fire rings.
The smiley trees are dancing, dancing in the breeze,
nodding leafy heads in the dark,
The River stream is flowing , smiling in the east,
And The red sun is just about to lurk.