As Fresh Flowers Bloom Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

J-ust let the new dawn break,
E-arly twenty-seventh December;
S-unny Tuesday morning
S-hines after your slumber.
I-t's a beautiful beacon,
C-oming to warm your heart;
A-llow him to rise up, as the twilight and dusk depart.

C-old rain and chilling wind
O-f the night disappear;
L-et Monday dark pass by,
A-s the sky is wide and clear.
S-mile as you wake up from the bed in your room;
E-vening shadows are gone, as fresh flowers bloom.