It isn’t the early morning,
Nor the music on the radio
It isn’t the fallen leaves
Dancing in the gentle breeze
It isn’t the smell of coffee
Neither the warmth of the toast
It isn’t this little bird
Offering his friendly chat
It isn’t this thin long arm
Of the sun touching my window
Nor the noisy waking street
Invaded by little kids
Everything smiles in my world
With every new born daylight
And I welcome with a smile
The perceptions of the day
But it is not the fresh day
That awakens this new joy,
It is you, my gentle soul
Whispering that life is good!
(Kfar Shalem,
28-12-2013 – 8: 00 AM)
Hello Poet. A very nice poem and great climatic ending! Loyd
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yeas everything smiles in my world. Everything is wonderful. Very nicely written and excellent job.