Within minutes of the rising sun
My dream slowly starts to end
Leaving me with a beautiful sight to soon see
Through my closed eyes I can feel
A warm light trying to awake me
And feel the sun's rays in my mind
Slowly waking up from the dream I had
I hear a voice calling out to me
A call of the morning dawn greets me to today
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem