Each day announces its arrival to
The following day without speaking,
Night throwing of its garments to be
Clothed anew with suns golden rays.
No sound is heard not even a whisper,
But each new day is heard throughout
The world in the brightness of a new
Dawn kissing away night's charm.
The sun warms the heart of the day
And dances across the heavens until
Nights silver halo says "hello" again.
And owls silently go about their business.
And the moon gently breathes the star
Lit nights silver glow. Stars revolving
Around the heavens each one a grain
Of sparkle illuminating earths night span.
Until the suns dawn glow prevails.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem