The dawn slowly raises his laden lids
To let the new sun send her golden beams
The tiny creatures rub their dormant eyes
And life is fresh, a new rebirth it seems
A poem written on the face of mead
And a tune played in the concert of spring
A canvas painted with the hand of God
The God's harmony made with touch and sing
The virgin green where the joyful plays run
Shaded beneath the deep blue of the sky
When the sun smiles nothing aquals the fun
The air is clear.the cheers go up and high
How i need to stay a while in the sun!
And get warmth away from the common run
Beautiful train of thoughts, well articulated, nicely encapsulated and penned in poetic diction. A lovely piece of poetry with good rhyme scheme. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.
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I would like to translate this poem
The virgin green where the joyful plays run Shaded beneath the deep blue of the sky When the sun smiles nothing aquals the fun The air is clear.the cheers go up and high.. you are very very poetic dear poet. thank u. first time i am reading you. thank u.. tony