M-orning rays in the sky
A-re shining in delight;
R-ed beacon that rises
I-s denying the night;
A-s you wake up from sleep, twilight has faded away;
N-ew dawn has broken, bringing brightness to the day.
D-o not ever think
O-f the dark, gray and blue;
N-ever mind the darkness
A-s you gaze at the good view.
T-wenty-seventh November carries a million mirth;
O-ne thousand thrill is brought by the moment of birth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem