R-ise of the sun begins,
U-nderneath the blue sky;
T-uesday twenty-first February
H-as met the cloud up high.
A-llow the rain to stop,
N-ight chill fades away;
G-leams give gladness,
U-sing the light of day.
L-et the twilight end, let the breeze soothe your soul;
O-pen your eyes to the nature, the Chocolate Hills in Bohol.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem