Brighten The Line Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

S-leeping Monday night
H-as turned into Tuesday;
A-fter the chill is gone,
R-aindrops fade away.
N-ew dawn has broken,
E-arly above the meadow;
L-et twenty-seventh December
L-ight your birth to keep it
A-glow.

D-on't let the storm remain,
E-xpect the sweet sunrise;
L-et the sun warm your heart,
A-llow him to open your eyes.

C-oal black clouds turn white,
R-ays from the beacon shine;
U-nderneath the blue sky,
Z-enith and noon brighten the line.