Oftobjon 

When I woke up in the morning, Light was pouring in through the window.

 Glistening and shimmering, Oftobjon looked on with a smile. 

As noon approached,

The temperature rose.

The farmer, saying he would rest, 

Hurried to the field. 

As the sun set, 

He slowly, went home,

 To rest, He went behind the mountain. 

Rustamova Asalay, 7th grade student of the Ogahiy creative school