Green hills shot with a ball of fire,
Yellow, red, and orange is all that is shown.
The joyful birds sing their song,
And welcome morning, as it will come.
A hazy mist begins to dissipate,
And a bright blue sky emerges.
A gentle breeze begins to blow,
Bringing all of the lush trees to a rustle.
Then as the sun hits mid day,
It begins its gradual descent.
And as it becomes closer to the smooth flowing water,
The sky becomes a fluffy orange and pink,
Lighting the horizon up.
And as the sun falls below the horizon,
The cool icy moon makes its first appearance.
Bringing along with it the darkness of the night.
Until the morning time when,
The green hills will get shot with a ball of fire.
And the darkness will subside.