I-nclement clime changes,
A-fter the chill has ended;
N-ight cold wind turns warm, as the twilight has faded.
K-ind weather is unfolding
I-n the time of celebration;
R-ain is already gone
B-y the end of the
Y-awn.
N-ew day begins to break,
A-iming to ease your mind;
S-unlight has come shining,
A-s the dusk is left behind.
Y-es, the clouds in the sky
A-re so clear and white;
O-ne silver lining is viewed like a found phrase to write.
T-ake a look at these lines,
R-hyme reveals the mirth;
O-de in acrostic truly brings
P-ure joy to the day of your birth.
E-leventh morn in February is an event to remember;
L-et the memorable moment be unforgettable forever.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem