Delightful Beauty of Life and World

For cloud hidden magical night, and descended to the ground pink morning. That's it have to get off the sun. His rays have already broken out on the horizon. Waiting all morning: Plants, animals and people. Just why is it still there? Maybe even sleep sweet sleep? Maybe a row with the land and does not want more light? What happens now? Still, the east gradually become red. In the end, as if from under the blankets, equal opportunities on the horizon the sun, majestic, beautiful. Enlightened beacon of water, the forest surrounding the field, at home people. Green carpet of the earth in its halo. When a ray of sun came to my face, I woke up, he smiled cheerfully, opened my eyes and welcome the new day. I love to celebrate the first outbreak of the awakening of a new day. Well to the east the sun notify his parish. It colors our night sky light, quenching the star. I like to greet the sun, the game flashes his morning beams. At first sight appears bagryano red stripe. Then it becomes orange, pink, and then sun-filled all around. And if the first time you see a green leaflet, a tree that grows right up to my window, and a light mist over the home town that is waking up to a new day. And so dawned a new day of change, filled with the concerns of people's lives, and I hear the tender: «Good morning!»