I-t's a beautiful Thursday,
S-unrise has come to start;
A-bove the line, warming
Y-our soul and your heart.
C-oal clouds ninth February
A-re all becoming white;
L-ight from the beacon
I-s setting things aright.
M-orning glory gives glee,
L-etting not you feel the harm;
I-t's time to monitor the work,
M-aking a visit at the farm.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem