Zenith Awaits The Noon Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

Y-our birthday has come,
E-arly eleventh March Saturday;
S-hadows of the night
H-ave all faded
A-way.

V-ile weather has turned
I-nto a soft warm wind;
L-et not the rain remain,
L-et the cold chill end.
A-llow the mirth to stay,
F-rom dawn till twilight;
L-et the wide blue sky
O-bliterate the lonely night.
R-ise of the beacon begins,
E-rasing the fading moon;
S-unshine bathes your heart, as the zenith awaits the noon.