The sun broke through the fog
I looked out my window past the bog
A shimmering light skipped across the lake
Rays of gold flashed blindly, lily pads seem to wake
Floating in the gentle breeze
Emerald green diamonds if you please
Frogs croak their last song
Hide in the tulles, till breakfast comes along
The crickets shut down their symphony
They don’t want to be breakfast or an irony
You don’t want to close your eyes
A new dawn can bring many a surprise
It is God painting his masterpiece
To see all the beauty he can release
To witness the silence of the morn
Another miracle asking to be born
What a lovely choice to be a partner to
So open your window and let the light shine through
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a lovely rhyme.You painted this picture so fine. So, its a ten from me and I am hoping we will be, hearing some more from you.