Message Of Sunshine Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

R-ise of the beacon begins,
O-ne morning has broken;
N-ew dawn denies the dusk,
I-n November twenty-seven.
L-et me start to comfort
Y-our heart and your mind;
N-either will I make you sad nor will my words be unkind.

C-herish the rhyme I write,
A-n acrostic I compose
W-ill usher you to mirth
A-nd will touch you like a rose.
Y-our life and your soul
A-re warmed by each line;
N-othing it can convey but the message of sunshine.