Meeting The Zenith Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

R-ise of the sun begins,
O-pening the day with light;
S-hadows and cold chill
A-re fading into the night.
L-ovely morn has broken,
I-t brings joy and mirth;
E-vening rain disappears, keeping away from your birth.

F-rom dawn till midnight,
E-very warm wish is sent;
R-egards and good greetings
N-ever ignore the moment.
A-llow the beacon to shine,
N-o more mist underneath;
D-ecember twelfth Monday
E-yes meeting the
Z-enith.