Dawn is breaking over a shining wave
of water, cresting over a glistening bank.
as indigo blue turned to crimson, it gave
the sun rising over the oak forest's flank.
The peaceful woods began to slowly wake up
as possums and squirrels blinked open sleepy eyes.
and robins and sparrow tweeted: "What's up? "
with cheerful chirps that summoned the rest to rise.
Shimmering trout fed on bugs in the stream
a woodpecker pecked at a nearby pine tree.
a late-sleeping fawn awoke out of his dream
an eagle soared above with a clamorous screech.
The woods are alive for some time, and then
crimson turns into indigo blue.
and the setting sun called the young ones to their dens.
but after the long night, the shimmering hue
of sunrise brings the birds out again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem