As the sun rises
and its rays gleam off
the morning dew.
As the birds began
to chirp a new day
tune.
The aroma
of hot java
fills the air.
I open my eyes
and see another
one of God’s days.
I just got say
Good Morning
Good Morning
Good Morning.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice one here Ronald, a lovely way to start the day. Can I ask what Java is, I've never heard of that before? Love Ernestine XXX