Waking to gentle, swaying rhythms, loving how they glide
over our beings as we open our eyes to the morning sun.
Getting us all ready for the day, not worrying about the
negative people.
They're standing outside ready to attack us with their
lies and evil ways, but we are no longer listening.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Indeed, this we should treat every morning. Another excellent poem