This site is as about the inspiration I get, as I am designed to get, where faith and conviction are my two flowers, which receive light when asked to God.
I have an apron,
Its red and green.
It has been beautiful designed.
I work in the kitchen,
Wearing it.
It hardly gets stained,
For I care for it regularly,
And my favourite times are when Ma bakes cakes and cookies,
And brings them out of them of the kitchen,
Wearing my red and green apron.
Adios!
Abacus is a plaything for many.
It teaches maths to the little ones.
The basics of mathematics,
And it’s numbering,
Is learnt in the childhood,
By using it.
The simple additions and subtractions,
Are done on its beads,
It is a fond memory from childhood,
The learning which we all hope,
That we won’t have to repeat.
Adios!
A very big God,
A saint of famous lore,
Has made us a home of breadsticks.
Sweet breadsticks have been used.
The breadsticks have funny faces on them.
A breadstick has a bright sun drawn on it.
Another one has a house inked on it.
Lord himself made the house of breadsticks,
And has kept it in his house.
For there we live with him for ever and ever.
Adios!
In the same way,
The sun rises.
In the same way,
A person sings.
In the same way,
A ball rolls.
In the same way,
A time plays.
In the same way,
A tune plays.
In the same way,
Time goes.
In the same way,
Artists draw.
In the same way,
People play.
In the same way,
A doctor treats.
In the same way,
The universe moves.
In the same way,
Our friend Lark loves us,
And we love him.
Adios!
Infinitely grand are the buildings.
Infinitely grand are the famous buildings.
Infinitely grandest is a mother’s love.
Infinitely grandest is a father’s love.
Infinitely grandest is their care.
Infinitely grandest is God’s love.
Infinitely grand are the cells in one’s hair.
Infinitely grand is an elephant’s smile for very few have truly seen it.
Infinitely grand is the economy which runs one’s house, save it must be true honest.
Infinitely grand is water which gives life.
Infinitely grand is the illusion which plays good and bad in the creation.
Infinitely grand is the mind, which is full of false things.
Infinitely grand is the lies, which gives us satisfaction.
Infinitely grand is God, the truest of the true,
For infinity and grandness are both,
Much beneath him.
Adios!
Before You Travel. 