E-arly Saturday sunlight
L-ets you get up from bed;
M-idnight moon is gone,
E-vening gray turns into
R-ed.
V-ile weather has turned
I-nto an orange skyline;
L-et your eyes gaze at the rainbow,
L-et seventeenth December shine.
A-llow your life to feel
P-ure delight beyond compare;
A-llow the Friday night to pass,
N-ew sunlight is bright
E-ver.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem