She awoke just a few moments after sunrise.
Feeling the wetness of morning dew sticking to her face
After a long sleep upon the cold grassy ground.
Gathering her strength to awaken tired eyes,
She stretches in a state of confusion.
At once, she questions herself how she ever had ended up here
In the first place.
Laying upon this cold damp grass,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem