While The Light Is Burning Bright Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

WHILE THE LIGHT IS BURNING BRIGHT

M-idnight has passed by,
A-s the sun burns its flame;
R-ain stops from falling,
K-ind weather stays the same.

R-ise from deep slumber,
A-pril third early morn;
Y-ou will be warmly greeted on the day you were born.

G-ray shadows and clouds
A-re nowhere to be seen;
L-eaves that are swaying,
V-iewed as a beautiful scene.
E-vergreen meadow is truly a wonderful sight;
Z-estful dawn removes the dusk while the light is burning bright.