R-ise of the sun begins,
U-nderneath the skyline;
B-athing your heart,
Y-our soul and your mind.
J-ust let March twenty-eighth
E-rase the Monday night;
A-llow the Tuesday to come,
N-ew morn leaves the twilight.
D-awn has just broken,
A-fter the dusk fades away;
V-ile weather has turned
I-nto a warm better
D-ay.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem