behold the goddess of the morning laughs gleefully,
as she's painting the sky in swirling color so beautifully
all through the mystical night and even past dawn;
a kaleidoscope of glowing color flows magically in waves
wave upon wave...then swirling into a pretty ribbon;
as sparkling stars in the nearest constellation are all amazed
and the lovely moon smiles and is quite astonished
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem