A-llow Thursday to pass,
N-ew dawn meets Friday;
I-t's a beautiful morn.
E-vening chill fades away.
V-ile weather has turned
I-nto a warm sunny day;
E-arly thirtieth December brings light to the gray.
V-iew in the sky above
E-xpects the crimson;
L-et the red beacon rise
A-bove the horizon.
S-un begins to shine,
C-omforting your heart;
O-ne birthday has come, making you brave and smart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem