As newborn day breaks over the land
And sends its rays of warmth to fan
The chilling blanket of grey night
And shadows put sunbeams to flight
All Gods creatures small and great
Pause to muse their daily fate
As early risers look to eat
Some late sleeper for a treat
A rabbit stirred from his repose
Bleary eyed and wiggly nosed
Escapes the rapture of his den
And props on hind legs in the wind
Bowing lowly to the ground
For grace to live the day he's found
As it was imparted him
More precious than the rarest gem
For all Gods creatures great and small
Are attentive to His beck and call
For nature's children though they're wild
Live God's plan though meek and mild
And so should we as each day's given
Cause it just might be the last we're livin.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A well texted and nicely thought-out poem. Lovely lines penned with lucidity and images of beauty. Thanks for sharing Mark.