The Birds Sing Proud Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

M-orning light up above
I-s taking the dark away;
C-old chill of the evening
H-as faded into the gray.
E-njoy the beautiful dawn,
L-et it warm your heart;
L-et the red rising beacon
E-rase the darkest part.

D-ay tenth December morn
A-s you see sweet Saturday sky;
N-ever mind Friday night,
C-herish the pink lane up high.
I-t's a lovely view as you gaze at the forming white cloud;
L-onely teardrops are gone, for the birds sing proud.