The lakes surface was like a mirror,
reflecting the pale blue sky,
with out a shimmer.
Then the sun came,
a creeping on the scene,
turning the tops of the trees,
to a golden green.
A Pied Stilt broke the silence with his call,
and a blackbird begins to sing,
at the beauty of it all.
Another day has just begun,
thanks to the warming rays,
of the life giving sun.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem