In the morning of the world

In the morning of the world,
there is the dawning of the sun
dancing across the silent earth
to begin the slow awakening
of each and every thing.

In the morning of the world,
there is the singing
of birds and peaceful women.
the day itself birthing.

In the morning of the world,
while I am still dreaming,
there is already so much happiness
I’ll wake up grateful for it,
even if I missed it
one more time.