S-aturday's warm weather
H-as made you feel fine;
E-arly morning beacon
R-ises to brightly shine.
I-n seventeenth December
N-ight chill is already gone;
N-ever mind the twilight,
E-ventide has yielded to dawn.
M-ake the Friday forgettable,
A-s you welcome the new day;
L-et your heart and soul
O-pen to the pink skyway.
N-o more mist and haze, as you wake from sleep;
G-et up from the bed to make a promise to keep.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem