Feeling a little cold
Before the sun touches
The treetops draped in
A shroud of shining gold
Feeling a little excited
Looking at the flowers
Going to bloom, for the
Soft ray they have waited
Feeling a little peace
As sweet essences flow
With the morning air
Cloyed with divine bliss
Feeling could live long
Looking at the stream
Surpassing all hurdles
Smoothly it moves along
Thanks very much dear friend for reading and comment. Gratitude.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Winter has come and cold weather of morning has motivated many. This poem is very interestingly penned with nice imagery.