My Words Won't Make You Blue Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

J-ust another dawn shines
O-n March thirteenth day;
N-o more evening rain,
N-ight chill has gone
A-way.

I-nclement clime turns fine
B-eneath the wide blue sky;
A-nother morn has broken,
N-obody here can deny.
E-arly light slowly spreads all over the open space;
Z-ealous touch of the gentle wind softly blows into your face.

S-hadows and dark clouds
A-re nowhere to be found;
R-ays from the rising sun
G-ive my life a turn around.
A-s I watch the green meadow, I have decided to greet you;
N-oting that the view is nice, my words won't make you blue.