Somnolent thoughts are awakening, stretching, yawning,
getting ready to start the day with renewed energy.
Looking around while drinking their equivalent of a
cup of coffee, seeing the many manifestations that
have been wrought since the day before.
Looks of appreciation cover their faces and fill them
with hope and expectations.
Whole new outlooks open up endless possibilities in
a lifetime of existence.
Beginning right here in the center of this being and
spreading from one to another, around and through the
world and back.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem