A nice beautiful morning
Someone painted Scarlet on the sky
The yellowish hue spreading all over
Like is drawing for birds to fly
Like another Sun is taking bath
Mingling with the ice-cold water
Trees are stretching their branches
By the wind blowing all over
Sometime it is hard to believe
The day follows the night
Then the Sun rises it's arms
Preparing to shine bright.
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I would like to translate this poem
Simple yet Striking! Sweet write, Preparing to shine bright! Aye, Indeed!