The smell in the morning
The smell of damp coolness of the grass,
The sun sleeps, does not want to rise,
Morning soon enters in rights,
So opened the cover of the dark night.
The stars fade and the moon dims,
In the East, only the glow GEET,
Disk of the sun is moved away from the dream,
And the sky turns blue.
Morning-the most friendly hour,
After all, the grass even smells cool, the moonlight in the rays of the sun faded,
For the soul morning was a reward.