I woke up in the morning
With a rainbow in my eye
Soon I was draped in
Vibrant colours bright.
I woke up another day
With a dark and clouded mind
The sky raged and thundered all day
The lightning almost struck me blind.
O providence, awaken me up each day
With a true and sanguine thought
So that I can join the company of birds - Singing cheerfully
In spite of whatever yesterday might have wrought.
Each morning is different, different states of mind; and so life, apparently monotonous, yet fascinating.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Each morning we are reborn into the world with the education of the bygone days. I hope this education of the yesterdays shall make us more optimistic and cheerful if we have learnt our lessons well. Thank you Mihaela for sharing your thoughts.