The sun Light shines in the sky Makes the word happy. People are happy When the sun rises in the morning. Crops keep alive, People are centuries old When the cloud comes down. When the sun rises in the morning. It lights up the word, Governs the whole body Rooster is thick. When the sun rises in the morning Maftuna Rustamova. Bukhara region Jondor district Ravot village. 30 school 8-"a" class.
Hello Sister Cristina. This poem is a poem by Maftuna Rustamova. I would be happy if you could change the name.