The barometer is rising
Nary a cloud in the blue sky;
A beautiful springtime morning.
And from the east a fiery eye
Peeks again from the horizon;
In waxing light the birds all sing
Their songs from leas down in the glen.
An errant goose decides to wing
In search of her straying gander,
The stubborn early morning dew
Clings to Ground Ivy and clover;
Another day arrives anew.
A photograph this scene would bless
But pictures one day fade away
Depicting words in rhymed verses
Will last this day and for always.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem