The birds sing a song of thanks as they come out in the morning,
For they know that the darkness has faded and the dawn has come
They fear not the darkness that shall come again,
For they know where their help comes from.
With a song of thanksgiving they come out again,
Reminding me of the first thing to do this day,
As I rise from my slumber and kneel down to pray,
A sigh of hallelujah is the first thing I say.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem