As the moon bids adieu to night
And ‘fore the sun gives day its light,
There is that peace, that tranquil peace
No price can fetch with so much ease.

Do you not hear the cooing sound?
That comes from yonder trees around?
And the cawing of the crows,
And the chirping of the birds?
One can go ecstatic here
In such a serene atmosphere.

And as the day gets fully bright,
Thanks to the sun’s glaring light,
The tranquil peace is shattered through
By the blaring sounds those horns do.
And then the dreams are shattered too
Reminding of another day’s woe.