Warm bright morning spring sun
Shines on a sea of green clovers and grass on the hills of Ireland.
The last of The nightly stars fade from the morning sky.
Waves crash on the side of the cliff like
Mad as if they were fighing to get over the cliff and drown The sleepy little town In the valley be low.
Early morning dew sparkle like tiny diamonds even in the Morning fog that blankets the land in early hours.
Birds chirruping wakes the sleepy little valley town.
Children soon will play long the dirt road vlong their way to School.
Soon the sleepy little valley town will be busy with people Going about their day.
Just another Irush morning.
