From Bottom To the Top

J-ust another dusk is gone, E-vening shadows are over; M-arch twenty-eighth day, E-arly shining light is brighter. L-ong cold night has turned I-nto a new morn breaking; T-wilight passes from eyes A-s the sun starts rising. B-eneath the wide blue sky A-re the colors of the rainbow; L-anes that hang above L-et you see the morrow. E-very word that I write S-eems to conquer emotion; T-he feeling deep inside E-xpresses much elation. R-ain and chill disappear, O-ne dawn is showing up, S-oft touch of breeze eases from bottom to the top.