R-ise of the morning sun
O-pens the break of day;
S-tarting to shine in the sky,
E-vening chill fades away.
I-n third of December morn,
M-idnight moon is gone;
P-ouring rain disappears,
R-ays are shared by dawn.
O-ne beacon begins to bring
S-hower of warmth to your heart;
O-utside the lane is blue, off to a good start.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Another amazing acrostic, dear Bernard....10++++