Summer Morn (mañana de verano)
Veil of darkness rising after a whole night stay,
Sun slept still in the womb of the day,
Stars like jewels, that sparkled in the sky,
Weary and tired, said good bye,
Far out, all those meadows green,
Waiting quietly for the golden sheen.
Heavy elms stood in the morning breeze,
For years they know how long night cease.
Sun dazzled the clouds with shimmering streaks,
Showering gold over valleys steep.
Young crops in fields, all grown with care,
Fluttering, dancing along with the air,
Each leaf, each petal had its share,
In making the weather more gay, more fair.
Pure and naive like a maidens heart,
Calm each spirit as the morn does start.
This serenity whispers to me,
Of peace and gaiety and harmony.