K-iss the storm farewell,
R-ain Thursday fades away;
I-nclement clime has turned
S-erene for your birthday.
M-orning March thirtieth
A-ims to warm the weather;
N-ew dawn has broken,
G-ray clouds don't gather.
R-ugged wind has weakened,
U-nderneath the blue sky;
B-urning beacon has come,
A-s the chill passes by.
N-either flood nor damage hinders a thousand thrill;
G-et up and feel the breeze, kiss the storm farewell.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem