Not to be summoned by an alarm nor worry; I want you to rise up in the dimming night.
And share with me the timid sun and savor its haze.
And stir up dew asleep upon grass blades.
Make way for the blue sky, make way for the birds:
make way for these subtle wonders that are free.
For every brisk flowers and bees converge,
On this beauty sculptured by the night.
This dawn has been mend for us,
Forget about the incoming hassles.
Stray a little from your hesitation and pavements,
And exile to the fields whenever, to find this dawn.

A poem by Tonny Wandella