R-each and touch the sky,
Y-our future is bright;
L-et your dreams come true,
L-ive your life in light.
M-ake it to the top,
O-ne beacon comes your way;
R-ise of the sun begins,
A-pril sixth early Thursday.
L-ook at the blue lanes above,
E-ach cloud is white up high;
S-eek the shining zenith, reach and touch the sky.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem