May the morning sun
bring you soft light
touched upon a cheek
gentle and bright
soft morning whispers
open eyes speak
each day is a blessing
in the life that we seek
light passing clouds
drift across the sky
mountains majestic
waking spirits fly
bathed in the sunlight
and the warmth of this day
may the morning sun reach you
may you bask in each ray
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I could picture all of this! Soft morning whispers.... loved the gentle thread through your poem. Enjoyed; D