Shared By The Bright Sky Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

B-eacon begins to rise,
E-arly above the horizon;
N-ever allow the dusk to stay,
J-ust let the Saturday dawn.
I-t's a wonderful birthday, darkness is nowhere in sight;
E-vening shadows disappear, as you see the morning light.

E-ven if the storm is brewing,
S-unday sees no raindrop;
T-wenty-fifth December breaks,
A-s the crimson sun is up.
C-old chill of the wind
I-s just passing by;
O-pen your life to the warmth shared by the bright sky.