What is it?
That keeps you bright for the morning light.
Expectant, yearning, for the day.
Spirit lifting for chance anew.
Making light the recent dark
And lust for change and pastures green.
That mists the past through clouded lens.
Sheds the burden of yester's shadow.
Wipes the memory of sadness, sorrow.
With keen anticipation for tomorrow
And unseeing innocence for the next.
That blinds you from the simple truth.
Makes you live with heart alive.
Gently soothes away your doubt.
Fills with the promise of life ahead
And thus you dare to dream.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem