The Path That You Tread On Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

C-oal clouds become white,
R-aindrops stop to fall;
I-t's a beautiful Tuesday,
S-oothing your heart and soul.
T-wenty-first February morn
E-liminates the twilight;
L-et the dawn slowly break, leaving the chill of night.

P-ure delight is brought,
U-nless the shadows stay;
L-et the darkness turn
I-nto a bright light of day.
D-on't let the beacon hide under the dark horizon;
O-pen your eyes and see the path that you tread on.