What a morning so fair!
How fresh the air!
The birds singing happily,
Wakes me up early.
Away from the big crowd,
I am here to see the cloud
Drifting over the high mount
Without any care or count.
I enjoy the leisure
In such a nice picture.
Oh, What great pleasure!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice poetic imagination, Cotter. Thank you very much,