The clouds are turning
From clear white to yellowish kiss of the sun.
The earth is covered with rays gold
And people are mesmerised by it's touch,
Especially in the high mountains.
The birds are on their flights
Going to sleep in their nests.
People are coming back from work
And all the animals are going to sleep
Except for nocturnal one's, the day has just begun.
The sun is half sank on the horizon
Creating space for the stars to come out
And wake up from their slumber
Allowing humans to rest in the
Beautiful breeze of the night!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A lovely descriptive poem of nature.