in the midst of the summer dawn
lays a beautul lock of lawn,
sprinkling through the simmering sky
watching with an easy eye.
glowing and feeling through the window payne
watching the dawn rise again.
As I watch with a lamented stare
To feel the fingers through my hair.
what a wonderful day.
to see nature at play
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
... and happy to have hair to run fingers through still, I bet.... wonderful morning indeed.