The Morning Of Upo-Swamp

In the early morning, distant water, it rises the fogs, 
The sun casts light through thick trees in bogs, 
In the eastern sky and the day begins 
At Upo. When the surface of the lake is tinged with gold, the day grins.

When Upo awakens, the pheasants in the grassy copse
Are frighten to dart away, making noise with stops, 
In the marsh, ducks flap their wings suddenly, 
While herons walk exquisitely and slowly.

The cool, morning breeze cuts through the trees, 
And with every stepping, the sounds of the grass suddenly cease.
In the distance, I can hear the sound of a tractor from the vill, 
And the air slowly rises above the fields on the hill. 

On the village hall's flagpole, the Taegeug-flag's fluttering 
And by the sun, it's shinning even brighter in the morning, 
A morning in the time of eternity, like some of day.
Upo awakens again today.
(27th, Aug.,2023, Kinsley Lee)