With Forefinger On Your Nose Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

L-et twenty-fifth January
U-se the morning light;
D-awn has just broken,
S-etting everything aright.

V-iews in the sky above
A-re beautiful in white;
L-et the wide blue lane
E-rase the lonely night.
N-o more mist and haze,
Z-enith meets the beacon;
U-nderneath the heaven,
E-vening chill is gone.
L-et both your eyes open, never let them close;
A-llow your face to glow, with forefinger on your nose.