A brilliant, morning sun appears on the horizon,
And songbirds begin to sing.
Wild flowers put forth a pleasant aroma,
While colorful butterflies spread their wings.
The earth is covered with a sparkling dew,
White, floating clouds appear in the sky,
Small animals emerge from the underbrush
As a flying predator soars on high.
Earthlings give praise for this awakening,
Bowing their heads with a genuine smile,
Giving thanks before the fading of dawn
Of nature's spell that is certainly worthwhile.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nature does indeed weave a magic spell for the discerning eye of the gifted poet. Very lovely, Joseph. Glad to read you again. Warm regards, Sandra