Spread Your Wings To Fly Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

A-llow Tuesday night to pass,
S-un has begun to shine;
H-aze and mist both fade away,
E-arly beacon is above the line.
L-et twenty-eighth December
E-rase the dusk and twilight;
Y-our birthday has come, sharing the rays burning bright.

P-ouring rain and cold chill
A-re nowhere to be found;
G-et up and listen to the voice,
U-ntil you hear the sound.
I-t's a beautiful Wednesday, gaze at the yellow sky;
A-im to embrace the breeze, spread your wings to fly.