In The Balloons Area Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

M-ist, haze, and fog
A-re all nowhere in sight;
R-ise of the sun begins,
L-eaving the Tuesday night.
E-arly Wednesday morning,
N-ew dawn starts to break;
E-vening shadows disappear, so does the heartache.

R-aindrops and cold chill
E-vade the beacon's light;
L-et January twenty-fifth come.
O-ne flame is burning bright.
R-emain under the pink sky,
C-olorful day brings euphoria;
A-llow your eyes to glow,
S-tay in the balloons
A-rea.