Dive Off The Tree Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

J-ust let foggy Friday pass,
H-aze and mist are gone;
O-n fourth February morn,
N-ever ignore the breaking dawn.

V-iews in the lane above
A-re pleasant to the eyes;
L-et the Saturday sky
E-levate the warm sunrise.
N-ew day has broken,
Z-enith awaits the beacon;
U-nderneath the white cloud,
E-arly light brightens the horizon.
L-et not the heat cause harm, go to the river or sea;
A-llow not the branch to break, as you dive off the tree.