A-s you wake up from sleep,
N-ight turns into warm day;
N-ew dawn early Wednesday denies the blue and gray.
Q-uest for the early light,
U-ntil you see the bright sky;
I-nclement clime can do
N-othing but pass you by.
T-wenty-second of March
O-bliterates the brewing storm;
S-un has begun to shine, keeping you safe from harm.
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