E-ver warm all around,
M-ay eleventh Thursday;
M-ist and haze vanish,
A-nd the fog fades away.
A-ll around it's ever warm,
B-eautiful beacon rises;
U-sing the burning flame,
L-ight sweeps the mess.
E-arly dawn has brought
N-othing but the joy you've found;
C-omfort fills the air,
I-t's ever warm all
A-round.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem