As I watched
The sun rise this morning,
Casting its golden glow
On the earth below,
I said a prayer
An earnest one indeed:
That as it rises everyday
It meets my contented face
And as it sets
It does on the same.
And I chose to remember
In this prayer
All my special friends:
May you my readers always
Be contented with what God gave you!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem