there are still pristine wilderness places
where sudden ecstatic noise an intensity
dawn birdsong wakes heart mind soul
into irresistible awe river stream wonder
appreciation rippling with the rapid heartbeat
dawn song sung by a chorus of unseen birds
singing in orchestra celebration worshipping
birth new life in breaking dawn vapour mist
watching spreading first rays
creeping yellow red finger
scratching gentle dawn light
slow time wakes light dawn creeping light
sung into cacophony competing welcomes
birdsongs welcoming blessing new dawn
Terence George Craddock (Afterglows Echoes Of Starlight)
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem