The Wind Kisses The Trees Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

I-n jubilation I offer you this greeting,
M-esmerizing your heart, soul, and mind;
E-choes of the thirteenth day of November
E-nd the old past, leaving sadness behind.

B-eneath the brightness of the blue sky
A-nother shining light comes from the sun;
L-et the beautiful and wide meadow
I-ntroduce the promise of hope and fun.
N-othing to hear but the sound of the whispering fresh breeze;
O-ozing with the touch of tenderness, the wind kisses the trees.