A new day is born, as the light
Divides the sky and the earth apart,
when the specks of sunlight bright
Fall from Apollo’s golden chariot.
And songs of a bluebird waft
From the leaves of trees afar,
As I see the longing for tidings
Resembling the sun in the mist.
Then the arc of the rainbow appears
From the misty nascent fresh sky,
And my eyes fill with infant joy
Reflecting on the diamonds of dews.
A Cat in the Mirror 