See The Rays The Skies Assign Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

C-old chilling raindrop
H-as stopped on Monday;
E-arly twenty-sixth December,
N-ew dawn denies the gray.
N-ight's darkest shadow
I-s nowhere in sight;
E-vening dusk disappears, so does the twilight.

V-iew in the wide blue lane
I-s amazing to the eyes;
L-et the cloud stay white,
L-et the morn meet the sunrise.
A-llow the beacon to come out,
R-ising above the line;
O-pen your heart to the warmth,
S-ee the rays the skies
A-ssign.