The sounds of dawn
blend in with the breeze;
pampas grasses wave
and send their hellos
to the yawning sun,
stretching its rays high;
trees start to see their reflection;
and ripples start to pirouette.
The smell of morning permeates
as dreams drift into the dawn
with the birds' opening song.
©️Sagi Writes
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem