Make You Feel Better

S-un has begun to shine,
A-s you rise up from slumber;
L-ight Friday above the line
I-is burning bright
E-ver.

S-hadow of the evening
I-s nowhere to be found;
D-ecember thirtieth morn
L-ets you stay safe and sound.
A-llow Thursday night to pass,
C-old chill is already over;
A-fter the twilight is gone,
N-ew rays make you feel better.

by Bernard F. Asuncion

Comments (1)

.........a most beautiful poem...and so nicely he shows the contrast between the two...i love butterflies...they are very fragile creatures...