The Swaying Blades Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

A-nother morn has broken,
L-etting the beacon shine;
M-isty Monday evening
I-s erased from your mind.
R-ising sun early Tuesday has brightened the day;
A-fter the night is gone, blue sky shares the ray.

L-et seventh day February
O-pen the dawn with light;
Y-our life feels like,
O-n a cloud so white.
L-et the gray haze vanish, after the twilight fades;
A-ll you feel is the breeze shared by the swaying blades.