Early Bird

Good morning, my Early Bird!
What is your sad singing about?
-About the summer has the end,
And merry light days had passed.
-But look, beautiful autumn had started:
The woods are covered by gold blanket!
-I can't compare sunny radiance
With dead golden brilliance.
-And how the air had become fresh
After north wind threw the change!
-But north wind had thrown grey clouds
And sunny rays struggle hard through its.
-Look! Yellow leaves are falling nice, turning around
And dancing, with low rustle covering the ground.
-But long autumn rains will convert
Into the slush this yellow coverlet.
-Why had you flown early and waked me?
And from sweet dream distracted me?
-I invite you to see how the sun is rising,
To enjoy how sunny rays are shinning.
-But I was seeing my Sun in my dream tonight,
He was shinning is not like our dim sun lights.
-But your Sun shins in your night dreams only
And our sun appears on the sky always really.
My Early Bird, why is not my Sun with me?
Where does my lovely Sun rise in the realty?




Poetry by Edie
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Written on 2007-03-05 at 23:36

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