The moonlight glow fades
With the rays of the new morning sun
The forest from darkness to glowing green
Birds wake chirping, signing in peace.
The sandy beach once full and cold
Now lit to sparkling white ‘n’ gold
The river continues to flow, ebbing in and out
Above the eagle’s soaring on the early lookout
The mountain is first to meet the rising sun
A warming beacon to everyone
As the sun rises on its ancient path
The dawn disappears... to just another day
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Written very beautifully. A very vivid description of the rising sun. Made my morning cheerful. Good.