Morning (At Dawn)
As the sun peeks over the horizon,
A cool air moves,
It disturbs the ocean's sand,
A horse stomps its hooves.
The moon is still in the sky,
But the stars start to fade,
The dew glistens like the stars that are sly,
The grass waves in the glade.
White blossoms open on the trees,
Some day they'll become cherries,
A bird calls out because it is free,
The bird is flying; a worm is what it carries.
The world always seems to be extremely loud,
But now it seems to be silent,
The moon still can be found,
Even if this is just for a moment.
The morning has started,
The moment is gone,
The night has ended,
And the day is sure to be long.