Another dawn is born
The air is fresh and cool
Some birds are chirping on the ground,
Hopping, searching for food.
Their eyes do spot some worms;
God gives them insects too;
They peck and sharpen beaks on stones,
And fly away appeased.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 17-09-2014
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Divine providence ..trend for the trade