With the gold of the morning sunrise,
and a mist blowing off of the bay,
I am swimming beneath a rainbow,
all the wealth of the world
is coming my way.
A drizzle of rain gently falls,
and time has slackened its pace,
and I would not exchange with any man,
the moment, the treasure and grace.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem