Meditate In The Park Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

J-ust let twenty-fifth February
A-im to meet the day;
N-ew dawn has broken,
E-vening shadows fade away.

E-arly morning sun comes,
S-hining in the sky;
P-ouring rain disappears,
L-et the chill pass you by.
A-llow the mist to fade,
G-ray haze doesn't gather;
U-nderneath the blue lane,
E-veryone's feeling better.
R-emember those days that were cloudy and dark;
A-s you feel the love of God, do meditate in the park.