The sun turns a key in a lock each day
As soon as it crawls out of bed.
Light swings open a door
And the many kinds of love rush out
Onto the infinite green field.
Your soul sometimes play a note
Against the Sky, s ear that excites
The birds and planets.
Stay close to any sounds
That make you glad you
Are alive.
Everything in this world is
Helplessly reeling.
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I would like to translate this poem
Stay close to any sounds that make you glad your alive. What great advice