Morning is going to set in
With its myriad hues
With tender leafs swaying
Gently under weight of dew
With soft wind blowing
To set the dozing birds free
To fly away to the clouds
Setting music in the tall trees
There is sound of pans
Being washed by the river
With morning ray grazing
The water is a string of silver
Morning is going to set in
With fragrance from flowers
Rising high to melt in the heaven
Accompanied by divine prayers
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a very nice poem about it's morning time.
I am glad you liked it. My regards.