Pure Glory Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

R-ise of the sun begins,
O-pening the day with light;
X-factor is the blue sky,
A-pril twelfth makes it right.
N-ew dawn starts to break,
N-ight cold chill is over;
E-vening shadows are gone, letting your life feel better.

J-ust let the beacon shine,
O-pen your eyes to the view;
Y-our heart is truly warmed, your soul is soothed so true.

M-ist, haze, and fog
A-re all nowhere in sight;
S-weet and lovely morn
I-s setting things aright.
C-herish the gentle breeze,
L-et the wind blow softly;
A-llow the bright zenith
T-o share the pure glory.