the morning is fog and mist
I would not walk in the dark
but now the sun tries its will
night birds hold to the trees
I would not walk in the dark
for it is like the dark before
the sun has not been born
planets collide in the cloud
but now the sun tries its will
birds skitter over the grass
I walk with dew on my face
I almost believe light comes
the morning is fog and mist
I pray to a struggling sun
for all mankind to see again
the blessed green promise
I walk with dew on my face
confusion in the eerie light
like the first dawn created
a garden is waiting for love
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem