Bird song bringing break of dawn,
dew that glistens on brand new morn.
Nocturnal animals dash and hide,
sleeping cows wake side by side.
Sun rises over lush green hills,
untouched and fresh, the grass stands still.
Shafts of light dance on ripe fields,
on which the scythe the farmer wields.
Heath Gunn
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great imagery! Very much live, dancing before eyes........the scene described......