Daybreak

Sucking the gentle light from the sun fresh grasses Spring is awaking sleepy universe. Buds are smiling, Sky is turquoise How a fairy this morning is? Pure waterfall in the middle of green garden Willow slowly brushes hairs down. Tulip is shaming on her hairless It looks like a picture Some painter made well-known. When daybreak calls me into garden When the nature strews all her gold, When morning dews kiss flowers, Believe me! I’m the richest one in the world. Because now this land and sky is mine I swim away on steamy white clouds. Smoothes my hairs lovely wind, Singing a song, in pleasant notes. In minutes it gets off. Alas my dear Soon sun shines and comes up to the sky Having lost their chance of being here, Sleeping on their beds millions of you guy.