Morning comes,
Citrus turquoise and gold.
Song of the angels serenading the quiet calm
Of fluttering wings in silver light,
Tranquil bliss.
A subtle breeze brushes eloquently
Gathering leaves of bronze,
Shimmering Water trickling along a stream,
Sparkling like sapphires in her eyes,
Beautiful and pure.
Droplets on bluebells,
White flowers divine,
A sent of lavender and thyme.
A humming bee suckling in a meadow,
With grass as soft as beach cut pebbles.
The sun rises
In a palette of plush pink blossom,
Dandelions scattering in the wind.
A lake of floating water lily's
Elegantly sitting on the translucent surface.
Morning is here,
Peaceful and unassuming,
A stillness like no other.
May this day be a blessing
For all that is good on earth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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