Well-Known Identity Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

R-ise of the sun begins,
E-arly Sunday glory;
Y-our birthday has come,
N-ineteenth of February.
A-fter the night is gone,
L-ight warms the day;
D-awn has just broken,
S-hadows all fade away.

A-s you wake from slumber,
B-reaking morn meets the beacon;
R-aindrop from the sky
I-s brought to oblivion.
G-ray haze, mist and fog cause zero visibility;
O-ne occasion has proven your well-known identity.