When the still-red early morning sun
wakes up and climbs, on and on
to come and see our little world
search for changes not yet unfurled
when littl' morning birds cry
their pretty songs, oh my, oh my
I know a new summer's day has come
the sun's too early, I'm not yet done
This is a little secret to keep
I'm still vast, vast asleep
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The tone of this poem is charming- it would work so well in a volume of poetry to be read to children. I just got through reading Mona Lisa - - you have a range of topics and styles. From what you said about yourself in your bio, you have not been writing long. I hope you continue to write and hone your craft as it appears you have been doing.