New Morn Is In Sight Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

N-ew morn is in sight,
E-arly Sunday second April;
L-et the burning beacon
D-eny the night cold chill.
I-t's a wonderful sky,
N-o way will the evening stay;
G-ray clouds don't gather, as the shadows fade away.

B-eautiful morn is in view,
R-ise of the sun begins;
I-nclement weather is gone,
N-othing dark remains.
A-im to behold the dawn, after the dusk and twilight;
S-ee the lovely day, new morn is in sight.