Early Beacon Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

E-arly beacon begins to rise,
N-ight chill has faded away;
D-ay seventh of December,
R-ed rays eliminate the gray.
E-arly beacon is shining,
L-et him bathe your heart;
L-et him warm your life,
E-vening shadows depart.

E-arly beacon in the sky
C-ancels the pouring rain;
L-et the clouds get white,
E-ver awesome blue lane.
V-ile weather has turned
I-nto a beautiful crimson;
A-llowing your eyes to see the morning's early beacon.