Bonding With Your Friends Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

S-un twenty-first February
H-as started to rise;
A-iming to gladly amaze
N-othing but your eyes.
E-arly Tuesday morning,
L-ight begins to shine;
L-etting the red beacon
E-rase the gray from your mind.

N-o more mist and haze,
A-fter the chill of night;
V-iew in the blue sky
I-s setting things aright.
D-arkness is now coming,
A-s the noontime ends;
S-ee the lovely lion, while bonding with your friends.