We wake up to the sound
Of birds and bees
To whispering of the wind
From the leas
To the sweet fragrance of
Blooming flowers
To the flitting of butterflies
On leafy bowers
And we watch the sun rising
In the serene east
The paths to the water front
Hidden in the mist
And we feel blessed to have
Another day
Let us work hard and remain
Happy and gay
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A wondeful poem to begin your day with!