N-ight cold chill and fog
O-n Thursday don't remain;
M-ake Friday sixth January
E-ver far away from
R-ain.
M-orning starts to break,
A-iming to meet the dawn;
A-fter the twilight is over,
M-ist and haze are gone.
B-eacon above the horizon
O-pens the day with glee;
N-ever ignore the nature,
G-aze at the old oak tree.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem