K-iss the storm goodbye,
R-ise of the sun has begun;
I-n tenth of December,
S-aturday brings some fun.
I-t's a beautiful dawn,
A-iming to brighten your birth;
H-aze and mist disappear, yielding to a million mirth.
F-ill your heart with warmth,
A-s the beacon's rays remain;
M-iss not the awesome zenith,
O-n the sky with no
R-ain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem