I remembered something
about a little being
who had lived on Earth
but a few years.
This little green one
rose early
like the birds,
and would be
as excited as they
at the prospect
of a bright new day.
That early glamour's
dawning rays are gone
with glare of day
but perhaps recapture
them I may
for deep in the heart
they stay.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You are most welcome! :)