I woke as birds began to wake
And looked unto the dawning skies,
The scarlet clouds were tinged with gold
And were so pleasing to my eyes.
The sun then rose above the trees
Then bathed the land with warmth and light,
Revealing then the winter's ground
That lay so still and frozen white.
The frosted blades like diamonds shone
And sparkled through those shadowed beams,
Which held them in their captive arms
Then melted like forgotten dreams.
While webs of lace adorned the hedge
The tears then fell unto the floor,
From dusted twigs that then did yield
Unto the onset of the thaw.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem