The Sky Far From The Strife Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

L-et Wednesday evening pass,
A-s it turns into Thursday;
U-nderneath the blue lane,
R-aindrops just fade away.
E-arly fifteenth December,
A-s you wake from sleep;
N-ew dawn has broken,
O-ffering a vow to keep.

M-orning sun begins to rise,
O-pening the day with light;
N-ight cold chill disappears,
T-he ray is burning bright.
O-n the spot the beacon bathes
Y-our heart and your life;
A-llow your eyes to see the sky far from the strife.