Oh how morning sunlight whispers
To enlighten the world with gold
Dew sparkling with a youthful green touch
Earth sets under the oak shadow
Wishing all the universe to blue clarity
A kingfisher watches from high
Wondering if he should share his fish
Yet the pain of hunger stops
And he shallows whole
Clouds collect to see the show
Sun gathers high swallowing the shadow
Earth stands to stretch his wise arms
A star gapes, yet there is only honey
As he sets back in the meadow
Proceeds writing his poem with love
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem