Inspirational thinker of the moons
gazer of skies and heavens
lover of the immense in
the immense lost but in thought
thinker of the bird's eye's view
and thence
thinker of the God-like view
presenter of the Dawn
on a loud-hailer cast on stranded
beaches
while the Dawn rustles in
rustles in with waves fired
by Father Ocean.
The first bird sings.
A lone lark in the skies
sings and then stops.
A snake from high crags drops.
And it is morning.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem