S-un rises above the horizon
O-n December eighth day;
N-ew dawn has broken,
I-nclement clime fades
A-way.
V-iews in the blue sky
A-re all beautiful to see;
R-ed rays from up above
G-ive gladness and glee.
A-llow the lovely Thursday to leave the dark behind;
S-hare the light it brings, your eyes can really find.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem