Golden rays of sun,
Shine down on the hill,
Bringing warmth and light,
To all that's still.
Green grasses dance,
With every breeze,
Birds sing their songs,
With such ease.
The world awakens,
To the sun's sweet kiss,
Life blooms anew,
In this hill's bliss.
So let us bask,
In the sun's warm glow,
For in this hill,
All is aglow.
