J-anuary eleventh morn
E-liminates the night blue;
A-llow the Tuesday to pass,
N-ew dawn brings joy to
Y-ou.
D-elightful Wednesday comes,
E-rasing the lonely twilight;
L-et the flame gladly glow
I-n the beacon burning bright.
Z-enith awaits the noontime, as the sun begins to shine;
O-pen your eyes and look at the world's deepest gold mine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem