This morning is oh so dark
You can hardly see a thing
It's all so very still and quiet
That the birds don't even sing
There is no moon up in the sky
No stars to sparkle bright
There's no ripples on the river
And there's no reflected light
There is an eerie silence
Just before the dawn
Then the faintest orange glow appears
To herald another morn
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem