K-ind weather sixth of March
O-kays the sun to ascend;
J-inx of the dark cold night
I-s beginning to
E-nd.
G-lowing dawn has broken,
U-nderneath the blue sky;
T-he energy of the beacon
I-s now getting high.
E-arly Monday morning,
R-ain and chill don't meet;
R-ays from up above
E-nhance the flame of
Z-enith.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem