Gain From Pain Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

D-ecember thirtieth morn
I-s breaking early Friday;
A-nother twilight is gone,
N-ight cold chill fades away.
N-o more mist and haze, smoke is nowhere in sight;
E-vening shadows disappear into the dark of night.

C-oal clouds don't gather,
O-ne light has come out;
R-ise of the sun begins,
P-ine trees' trunks sprout.
U-nderneath the blue sky, the lion cubs wildly train;
Z-one of predator and prey shows the gain from pain.