Zenith Shines In The Open Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

J-ust look upon the skyway,
A-fter the evenfall is gone;
S-unlight begins to rise,
M-orning shares the dawn.
I-n twenty-seventh October
N-oontime brightens the meadow;
E-legant face of the beacon burns for better tomorrow.

R-ed rays like crimson
O-f the lane make a flame;
S-ee the wonderful view,
E-ver amazing just the same.

M-ist and haze in the air
A-re not there to sadden;
N-ight shadows disappear,
Z-enith shines in the
O-pen.