Joy Replaces The Sorrow Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

K-iss the rain goodbye,
R-ise of the beacon has begun;
I-t's a beautiful Monday,
S-unday night turns into a new sun.
T-wilight turns into dawn,
E-vening shadows fade away;
L-et nineteenth December brighten the dark and gray.

E-arly morning light
C-omforts your fainted heart;
L-et the rays above the horizon
E-rase the night for a fresh start.
V-iew in the wide sky
I-s painted with blue, pink, and yellow;
A-s you gaze at the lane, joy replaces the sorrow.