Dark and cold,
only silence to be heard.
A moment for pondering,
for self reflection.
But as the sun begins to peek
above the barren desert,
a bird sings.
First one, then many.
Singing a foreign song,
an Outback song.
And slowly,
oh so slowly,
the rock begins to change.
First grey then brown,
and suddenly blue, purple
finally red.
And so begins another day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
remarkable observation of such wonderful natural scenery... thanks for the nice poetic trip :)