Twilight gathering stars and moon into the arms of another
morning, backing away, going to the other side of the world
to spread their innate beauty across the heavens.
Quietly now, morning is breaking over the eastern horizon,
sun shining, smiling upon earth, greeting everyone with its
gentle heat.
That heat will soon be increased in this arid desert of
Arizona, life rejoicing that needs its constant light of day
in growing and blossoming into positive sources of affirmation.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'Constant Light Blossoming From The Sun' - the title is nice. Sun's light is constant, shared alternately between the East and the West.