L-et twenty-first January
O-pen the day in a right way;
U-nderneath the blue lane,
I-nclement clime stays away.
S-aturday sky is clear, Friday fog fades from view;
E-vening chill disappears into the dark, gray, and blue.
L-et the break of dawn
A-im to make you fine;
B-looming beauty is truly made,
A-nother crown of flowers is
D-esigned.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem