A gentle breeze that swept the leaves across the garden lawn
The morning sun shone through the clouds, welcoming the dawn
A picture of tranquility across a nearby lake
The songbirds singing loudly, what a joyous sound they make
The fixtures of the summer on a day in mid-July
Almost took the breath away, and made me want to cry
A joyous cry, which said that I am glad to be around
To witness every second, enjoying every sound
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem