Warm Your Birth Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

H-igh rise in the blue sky
O-f the morning sunlight
M-akes the day much better,
E-ven rays are left and
R-ight.

F-rom the break of morn
U-ntil the night cold chill;
E-vening stars up above
N-ever hinder the thrill.
T-wenty-seventh November
I-s getting the job done;
C-rimson in the wide lane
I-s meeting the dawn.
L-et the beacon bring
L-arge amount of mirth;
A-llow him to bathe, brighten, and warm your birth.