It feels good when in
The chilly winter morning
The sun falls upon me
I wake up at the shout
Of the birds and go to
Sit in the sands by the sea
It feels good to see the sun
Rising slowly in the eastern
Sky with its red glow
I jump into the cool water
Of the sea and the tides
Take me far with their flow
I don't have anything
To hold onto not above
Nor near my hanging feet
But the coming tides take
Me to the sands holding me
Up and that is so sweet
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I enjoyed your depiction of a beautiful, fresh sunrise morning, very much!