Morning's here! The morning's here, sunshine is here.

Joey’s song kept ringing in my head when I saw that the sun was rising. And then, I listened carefully. The nature's song was sounding even more enchanting. 

Why ruin it by trying to describe it to you?! It’s better that I play it for you.

The measured beat of the train wagons is simply magical. In the past, people living in the countryside used to tell the hour by the passing train. I wonder if they still do it.

I, instead, was helped by the wrist watch: five o’clock in the morning.