Good morning!

The gold stars are sleeping,
The mirror - pond trembles,
The down light comes creeping
And heaven`s net reddens.

The birch - tree smiles sleepily,
Her silk locks free flowing,
Green earrings are rustling,
And silver dew glowing.

Tall nettles by the fencing
Their bright pearls are flaunting
And whispering merrily:
"Good morning!"

Sergei Esenin (1895 - 1925), Russia.

http://www.pskovgo.narod.ru/poems/morning.htm

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