Green Grass Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

B-eacon early Thursday morn
A-ims to warm the new day;
R-ising sun second of March
B-egins brightening the gray.
I-t's a beautiful break of dawn, twilight is already gone;
E-vening shadows fade away, leaving the fresh horizon.

G-uiding light from the sky
O-bliterates the dark night;
N-o more mist and haze,
Z-enith sets things aright.
A-llow the rain to end,
L-et the cold chill pass;
E-ach fog in the air
S-tays away from green grass.