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A twinkling star amidst the endless sky
engulfed in the night
and a light house atop the cliff,
guiding our vessels through the storm
that is life.
A collection of love
Like mother and father
Soft and strict
Rolled into one
Giving out lessons
As stepping stones
Of a stairway
Climbing towards
The skies and beyond.
A collection of strength
Commanding more respect
and dignity
Than a commander
In the plains of war
For your battlefield
Is the board, pen and a paper
A battlefield where nations are made.
A collection Of laughter
Sweet and jolly mirth
One that turns our bleak dull day
Into a bulb of brightness
A boring class into a plethora of delights
Who would have thought
That those snorefests
Could actually be fun.
A collection of stories
Mixed with life
Distinguishing right from wrong
Good from bad
And illuminating the path ahead
From the light of the past
A collection of books
Quenching our thirst for knowledge
With each page turned,
each page read,
and each page told.
A collection of sweet lines
Spread across the field
In the fragrance
of nectar and pollen
Blooming at the sight of the sun
the soft ground beneath
Like a bed of hope.
A collection of concerns for our future,
and our goals
more so than we ever did
and more so than we ever could
for you understood
What we did not
and you knew what we did not.
A collection of pillows,
and listening to our pain
and absorbing our tears of woe
for you understand the disappointment of failure and life
You understand that for it pass
You would have to become a soft pillar to lean on.
A collection of inspiration
giving us the push we need to take
the next step up the stairs,
A push that swiped away our fears and
Turned us into believers
Of the faith that is us, ourselves.
A collection of paints,
Covering the world in colors of life
Over the bleak hues of
grey, black and white
A collection of all the pleasing attributes Moulding our lives into a bowl of honey
Over a pit of mud
And for that we are grateful
