The Entrance of the Sun

Lastly, the entrance of the Sun Had woken up the sleeping trees And painted their yellow leaves With verdant and flourishing green Setting the farm onceagain into a lively place With the plants in majestic prance To the admiration of the moving air Clapping and cheering as the stage vibrates That is, Our play we thought had died is risen again And on that day, the atmosphere was alive and well As the room was extremely gorgeous The first group had performed well And the walls had joined in hailing them The second was more spectacular And their performance was more like a jocular With the entire seats all vibrating with laughter But the last acorn from the trees This is the group I belong to Simply made the entire hall to roll into everlasting bliss