there is something about,
the fragrant smell of early morning dew
of fresh cut grass
your hair showered and shampooed
aromas to spice my life
thrilling with arousal
sings and beguiles my soul
to want for more
roses and sweet flowers
baked morning rolls
mango and peaches
toast and tea
there is something about first rays
of the sun peeping over the horizon
chirping birds, sound of crickets
buzzing of insects and bees
but they are not enough
for a complex soul and social being
to feed upon
seek out others to laugh sing and gossip
to act out the dance of life
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem