J-ust rise up from the bed,
A-n early morn starts to break;
N-ew dawn warms your heart,
E-rasing the pain and ache.
M-ist and haze are gone
O-n tenth of December;
R-ed rays in the blue sky
A-re shared by fine weather.
L-ights above bathe your life,
E-vening chill passes by;
S-aturday is so beautiful because of the bright sky.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Poets are content with so little. But your description here of a new day is so beautifully bright and vast, it moves the heart in beauty's delight and happiness too!
Thanks, dear Sandra for the heartwarming comment.........................