The Sky Is Crimson In View Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

J-ust let the dusk pass,
O-ne new day is born;
S-hadows slowly disappear,
E-arly March first morn.
P-ure brightness of the dawn brings genuine joy to you;
H-aze, mist and dark smoke have vanished into the blue.

A-s soon as the sun is up
N-ight chill is just over;
G-leams shine up above,
U-ntil they reflect in the river.
L-et the morning breeze bring fresh feeling anew;
O-ver the high mountain the sky is crimson in view.