In sunbeams as in fervent of flora,
adjoining the brim of a tune.
In clouds a contour of golden openings,
moving with each gust of wind.
In daylight transformed into likened light,
descending through the glass of smile.
Magical feelings of leading a stream,
welcoming to a ledge for rest awhile.
Superbly the chorus of the mountains,
chant to its absorbed viewers of blue.
Hop and skip the hallway of waters fall,
staging the grass’s end’s in sprinkled dew.
Sigh a relieve and spare a thought,
Hurl in some copper and wish in desire.
Extensive in the wonder of God’s creation,
Thankfulness for another days’ attire.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem