The sound of the morning whispered clearly in my ear
as the lark and the nightingale sang their musical song.
Flickering Butterflies drifted from bloom to bloom
taking joy in the abundance of nectar
dripping from within.
Bee's buzzed
bouncing along carrying bursting drums of nectar
to a Queen so pure
Ants scurried within the cracks of walls
busying as the day went on
Flowers opened brightly
showing off their splendor
to the wonders of the world
Clouds formed
as flies took to the air
fearless in their flight
as birds fed
Fields of sweet green grass
rippled in the wind
Trees showed off their splendor
high above the mortal land
as orchards gave off their sweet bouquet
Wheels traveled hard along the broken road
As carts built high with hay
lazily move along.
Plough dug deep turning the soil
as they replenished the age old land
While giving birth to a new day
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem