D-ay fourth February
A-ims to meet the Saturday;
H-aze and mist Friday
L-ose and then fade away.
I-t's a beautiful morn, making you feel much better;
A-llow the beacon to rise, as you sense a fine weather.
L-et the fire and flame glow,
O-bliterating the night;
S-un rays in the sky
A-re truly burning bright.
N-ature's cone has erupted,
D-estroying the landscape in the country;
E-ver amazing are the fragments of volcanic rocks and debris.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem