Night Has No Chance To Take Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

S-unrise above the horizon
H-as truly warmed your heart;
E-ighth morn of December,
R-aindrops and dark depart.
I-t's a beautiful Thursday,
L-et your eyes see the sky;
E-very dew in the meadow is shining as the moon passes by.

C-old chill and shadow
A-re both nowhere in sight;
L-et your life always keep
A-way from the twilight.
U-nderneath the blue lane,
N-ew dawn begins to break;
A-iming to bring brightness,
N-ight has no chance to take.