Sunday rises gallantly from behind
Distant clouds, orange, on the wall
Of low, chintzy, tepid skies.
Bells sound with tamed decibels
Through tiny holes on top cupolas of
Rounded, gilded cathedrals to welcome
A yellow day that reclines on the edge
Of the week. Sunday salutes the spunk
......
It is jungle hour,
This African day
And within the grey forests
Patterns of felinity.
The paws have creased
The lonely paths
And growls have brought
In us, jungle frenzy.
Drumming beneath
......
Beautiful as the moonlight gleam,
She taught us, to work in a team.
Not only did she teach us English as a subject,
Always took us to an imaginary journey of each object.
She, as a fairy down this earth,
Her stories give a thousand readers birth.
Handwriting like the pearls shining bright,
She can transform a person with her insight.
......
It is jungle hour,
This African day
And within the grey forests
Patterns of felinity.
The paws have creased
The lonely paths
And growls have brought
In us, jungle frenzy.
Drumming beneath
......
Sunday rises gallantly from behind
Distant clouds, orange, on the wall
Of low, chintzy, tepid skies.
Bells sound with tamed decibels
Through tiny holes on top cupolas of
Rounded, gilded cathedrals to welcome
A yellow day that reclines on the edge
Of the week. Sunday salutes the spunk
......
Beautiful as the moonlight gleam,
She taught us, to work in a team.
Not only did she teach us English as a subject,
Always took us to an imaginary journey of each object.
She, as a fairy down this earth,
Her stories give a thousand readers birth.
Handwriting like the pearls shining bright,
She can transform a person with her insight.
......