Arising in the morning
to greet the early dawn.
Looking outside my window
dewdrops on the lawn.
As the sun begins to
melt
the cares of life away.
dewdrops begin to vanish
creating a brighter day.
Who knows about tomorrow
it will come, and go.
Could this just be life
putting on a show.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem