R-ising sun March ninth
O-pens the warmer Thursday; 
E-vening shadows disappear, 
L-onely night fades away.
E-arly beacon has come, 
L-ighting up the sky; 
E-ach cloud becomes white, 
M-ist start to pass by. 
E-yes of you can behold
N-othing but the blue heaven; 
T-wilight will be gone, 
O-nce the dawn has broken.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem