The gleam of natural light
comes streaming through ones blinds,
Delivering new energy
to every sinew-
And even to your mind.
The problem now is not the exit plan
of jumping out of bed-
The hardest task now instead
Is to stay yourself in bed.
All horrors are forgotten-
the words ring strong and true,
There's nothing that can daunt you,
There's nothing you can't do.
For those words are all quite gorgeous-
And their message is their sign-
For beauty is as beauty does:
'Good Morning, (My) Sunshine.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem