Such a lovely day
to the moment's call,
when sky in lights play
and dances on for all.
Dreams of night before
flowing on through here,
what shall a day store
that life might later share?
Days are of variation
and time will only tell,
what is its revelation
to come and give of well.
For dreams are never clear
when they are that still,
but times come in and year
what they shall give and fulfill.
Oh dreams be here yes
to give a hope and try,
and fill those with caress
to let them reach high.
For everyone need dreams
to bring them to destiny,
like the rivers and its streams
are here to flow and be.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem