While dreamers yawn in hidden dens
the early birds now sing
the warm sunrise
paints golden skies
the early birds now sing
Throughout the woodland echoes ring
awakens sleepy eyes
the meadow lark
the foxes bark
awakens sleepy eyes
Across the pond the wood duck flies
the red-tail soon embarks
above the glen
catches the wind
the red-tail soon embarks
The morning sun in April's arc
renews life's joy again
fair days of Spring
bright flowers bring
renews life's joy again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem