The sun is rising
bright and red feathers in the sky.
My heart delights in advance
of another day.
I lack for nothing
except penitence and good deeds.
Slowly dancing
barefoot on the grass
preferring money to shoes.
Some might call me light-minded
but I know its always always right
to praise another's good qualities
to avoid the proud and overbearing
and give all thanks to God.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem