E-arly Thursday morning
L-ets the long night end;
I-t's a beautiful dawn,
Z-enith awaits the rays that ascend.
A-llow the Wednesday evening pass,
B-eneath the wide blue sky;
E-ver bright red beacon shines
T-hrough low and
H-igh.
D-ecember twenty-second
I-s making dark clouds white;
E-levating the joy in the air,
Z-one of birthday delight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem