Once Your Birth Is Set Aright Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

V-ile weather turns fine,
A-fter the storm fades away;
N-inth of merry March
G-ives warmth to the day.
I-t's a beautiful Thursday, twilight is already gone;
E-arly beacon has come, rising above the horizon.

C-oal clouds up above
A-re nowhere in view;
S-un has begun shining,
T-o brighten up the blue.
I-n early morning sky,
L-ight lets the cloud turn white;
L-onely shadows vanish,
O-nce your birth is set aright.