I feel the rays of rising sun
Upon my petals warm and bright.
This flower feels a chosen one,
Receiving the gift of sunlight.
Another night has come and gone,
A time to spend in restful state,
When quiet darkness falls upon.
But I sure do appreciate
When I sense morning drawing near,
The dawning of another day.
I blossom out in renewed cheer,
So grateful this is nature's way.
Fresh time for my morn to begin,
As lots of dewdrops do drop in.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Beautiful poem! Well done. Five stars*