From Up North To Down South Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

J-ust wake up from bed,
E-arly as the sun starts to rise;
N-ight chill has disappeared,
E-ven the coal clouds in the skies.
L-et twelfth December warm
Y-our heart and your life;
N-o more mess in your mind, neither chaos nor strife.

M-onday morning makes
E-ach ray shine so bright;
N-ew dawn has broken,
E-verything is set aright.
S-unday evening has passed,
E-ver lovely day comes out;
S-torm turns into a beacon, from up north to down south.