The edges of East have reddened
There is light, quiet breeze
All birds are still asleep
When I go out to the light of day

The whole universe is awake
Bursting rays of light
On the surface of the Nile
Smashed like clay-product

In the grass, drops of dew
Disappear with daylight
The nightingale flies up
To sing in the sky.

On the way leading to the village
A shepherd walks
Leading the flock
To graze in the meadow

– Shlomo Kendlik, 6th grade