The morning star is bright,
rising from the east.
I lay in a field of daisy's
watching the sky get brighter.
Noon comes around,
the sun in its brightest state.
The heat is nice mixed with the cool breeze.
Evening has come and its time to say goodbye.
The moon is full and bright with stars for company.
Where are you my bright sun of mine that makes me smile.
Till tomorrow will you come again my morning star.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem