You are the sunshine that shone to so many
Your rays point to every angle
To generate light
To lighten up the fight
You are the disguised guardian angel
That stood from thin and thick
You took to the chase
Running all dawn and dusk in the race
Without a space for rest
You are the hammer bending all twists and turns
And the screw unlocking the unlockable
You past through all nooks and crannies
Like the fierce donkey
Passing through the eye of the needle
An endowed teacher
Though often times I lay displeased and desolate
At your all time lecture and tease
I doubt not your good intents
You are the slender arm filled with altruistic benevolence
Though the labour is no handful
On your shoulder lay and lean many for rest
Though the days count to increase
And often is the panic of getting old and grizzled
It’s a prayer you pass the scientist predictions
And pass the twice score of 70
Though the clock ticks
For twilight and evening clear call
To the Pilot, it’s a prayer
Longer you stay to harvest the ripe of labour
Oh! how shall I describe thee?
Though often do rough winds do shake the lofty leaves
And sometimes the once budding and blossom flowers whither
For once you came, once you return
Yet it’s nature’s course designed
Your eternal labour shall not fade
In the memory lane shall it be laid
As the harvest cries your name
And my eternal lines transmit
And every bird sings your attributes
On every tree, even for the yet unborn
