Coal Clouds Don't Remain Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

C-oal clouds don't remain,
L-et them turn into white;
A-llow them to clear the sky,
R-ays set everything aright.
I-n the large lanes above
S-unlight shines so bright;
S-hadow has disappeared,
E-vaporating into the night.

C-oal clouds don't remain,
A-s the raindrop passes by;
S-ad midnight has turned
I-nto beacon rising high.
L-et not the coal clouds remain, the zenith awaits the blaze;
A-llow them not to stay in the wide infinite space.

M-ake the coal clouds fade
A-way from the pleasant view;
N-inth November morn
E-rases the gray and blue.
G-ood greetings and wish are written in quatrain;
O-pen your ears to ease the pain, coal clouds don't remain.