Hands of rising sun hugs the early dawn,
With chirps of birds and gentle breeze,
Cradles the fading night to sleep.
Twilight welcomes the darkness again,
Putting back the day to sleep.
The end of this sleep cycle
Is the End of the World,
Dare not to disturb the Nature's Sleep.
Alas everything needs rest! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An interesting way to look at it, particularly with the explanation marks. You have me thinking