So fresh is the air,
in the morning breeze.
So warm is the sun,
rising above the trees.
Songs of beauty,
sung by the birds,
just a rhythm
without any words.
Soon the sun will tower high,
the morning cant last,
this fresh morning breeze,
will soon be in the past.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Theres only one word to describe this poem-ENCHANTING! ! ! Its very bouncy and high spirirted. Awesome!