Here Comes The Morrow Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

D-awn twenty-sixth February
O-pens the day with light;
R-ise of the sun begins,
O-bliterating the night.
T-he twilight and dusk
H-ave just passed you by;
Y-our birthday has come, beacon brings warmth to the sky.

L-et Sunday morning come,
A-iming to leave Saturday;
R-ays reach the zenith,
O-nce the haze fades away.
G-ray, black, blue, and dark disappear into the shadow;
A-fter the rain is gone, here comes the morrow.