C-herish the morning light,
O-n fourth day December;
N-ew dawn has broken,
N-ight cold chill is over.
I-t's the wide blue sky that brings calmness and peace;
E-arly beacon that rises has a promise of glorious bliss.
A-s you rise up from slumber
R-ed rays make you smile;
A-llowing the beacon to shine,
Z-enith awaits and they meet
A-while.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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