J-ust everything is going well
A-fter the inclement clime;
N-ew dawn has broken
E-agerly on earlier
T-ime.
B-eneath the wide blue sky
A-t fourth October morning;
N-ight cold chill disappears,
G-oing well
I-s everything.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That is very Good and can you please make a poem about God warns to the people of Zion