See the Rays On Your Birth
N-ight cold chill turns
I-nto a warm Thursday;
C-oal clouds don't gather,
E-ventide fades away.
G-et up from slumber,
U-nderneath the beacon;
R-ising sunlight shines
A-bove the horizon.
N-ew dawn has broken,
G-iving a million mirth;
O-pen both your eyes, see the rays on your birth.
Copyright © Bernard F. Asuncion | Year Posted 2019
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