Before breaking of the dawn
Upon the valley I walk up
The hills to meet the sun;
To touch the clouds and sing;
A waterfall kisses the sides
Of the hills and flies down to
The lap of valley as if it has wings;
Birds fly past me chirping
And a cool wind cares my face and
Lifts tufts of my hair and I feel good;
From the top of the hills I
Watch the serene beauty of my
Town below and it surely lifts my mood.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Out from sadness enjoying beautiful nature.Really it is the way of life.