The sun rose in the south window.

The sun rose in the south window that day,

The room was filled with the touch of soft light.

The gentle touch of the sun on the chest,

The mind was filled with vivid colors of dreams.

The end of winter, the arrival of spring,

Mother's heart is like a green leaf of nature.

The play of the sun coming from the south window,

Color fair removes all the fatigue of life.

I found something new in the sun that day,

The message of hope is like a flame of victory.

The southern window says, "Life is beautiful, fight for it".

Add new dreams with each new day.

On that day, I raised my hand in the heat of the sun,

I touched the magic of that light.

It felt like the pulse of new life,

Calling for a new direction in the path of life.

The gentle touch of the sun has left a mark on my memory,

Every sorrow, pain, fear has become vague today.

The words of the sun from that south window,

Sees life differently, sparks new stories.

In this sunshine, I've learned to love again,

All the hopes of the mind are mixed with nature.

The sunshine from that south window, inspired me,

Learning to face every challenge in life.

The sun rose in the south window that day,

I found the meaning of life, dreamed.

Every particle of sunshine says, "Life is beautiful, go on", let the new sun rise every day, build a new life.

"So, remembering the warmth of that sunny south window, I walk the path of life, writing stories of joy and sorrow."