Golden suns infusion
A new day has begun
Hear the lark sing
As she hovers on the wing
Dancing on a breeze
High above the trees
Soaring to new heights
A clouded vision
Is all that I can see.
A nice poem Mary, which reminds me of my bird-watching days as a young boy. But why 'A clouded vision' pray tell?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A short, beautiful poem. Like John Brown, I too am curious to know the reason for the 'clouded vision'.