Morning Breaks On Your Birth

M-orning breaks on your birth, 
A-ugust eighth better day; 
R-aindrops have just turned
I-nto clear clouds, not gray.
A-nother dawn has broken, 
N-ew light begins to shine; 
N-ight cold chill is over, 
E-arly sunrise is fine.

L-et the morning break
A-t the start of the day; 
C-elebrate your birth, 
S-hadows will fade away.
A-llow the morn to break on the hour of your birth; 
O-pen your eyes to the light as your heart is filled with mirth.

L-et the beacon burn its flame, 
L-ighting up above the earth; 
A-fter the dark disappears, 
M-orning breaks on your birth.
A-llow the haze to leave, 
Z-one of mist to perish; 
A-ll of the dust and fog
R-emain not but vanish.
E-vening dusk is just over, so do the grime and dirt; 
S-oft wind will touch your face, morning breaks on your birth.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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