Every morning I watch
the rising sun and rays
permeating through.
The song of birds and
their flight covering the sky
now and then.
I wait till I could grasp
then feel how resolutely
everything moves.
The steps towards life,
the eternal flow of energy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Every morning you step towards the rising divinity to perceive the beauty of life and creation. The song f birds motivates mind. This poem s interestingly penned.10