She came to me every day,

Always asked me one question,

“mirror, mirror on the wall,

who’s the fairest of them all”

I was not the kind to hurt

her precious feelings

But all I could say was the bitter,

word of innocence but truth is bitter

Every day I said it was her

But the truth made me say, it was snow

And then she became what I call

The evilest of them all

But after failed attempts,

She did not get what she desired,

She was so angry she shattered me

And my pieces fell like million bee

And ever since that day

Each of my tiny piece

Is stored in every mirror on the wall,

To show the truth, to you all

I was used as a messenger,

Long long ago, centuries flew past me

St Davids had a close anent with me

Then was I known as the symbol of serenity and ardour

I was Inanna-Ishtar’s prominent animal symbol,

Represented her, the goddess of love and war

At times she took my form and flew with me

I was sacred to the Greek goddess Aphrodite,

In my league were Venus and Fortuna

I came back as the founder of land to Noah

Carrying a small branch from an olive tree

But now wherever I fly and wherever I go

I spread the pureness of my white feathers

And the sun reflects my wet feathers

Making them shine like a rainbow,

For I am the true treasure found at the end of the rainbow,

My resting place where the symbol of peace is found.

Sitting right next to its mother

The little white eager flower

Is ready to fly away

With seeds to be dispersed

She quietly whispers into her

“I don’t wanna leave” to her mamma’s ear

But the wise old pale white flower

says nothing at all, but just shrugs her shoulder

She takes off to the world

Along with some friends who take off as well

As the little one is left all alone

But not for long as the wind huffs

The little flower was just new and scared by the little puff

But as she continues to fly, so high

She remembers why it is good to leave her stem

She drops her seeds down below and sets off

A journey that one can never decipher,

The journey of a dandelion.

A circle of stars, to remember

The dreams you love the most

A 100 feathers, to get rid of

The Dreams you hate the most

The wind blows its delicate feathers

Always teaching us, to catch your dream,

You must chase it and never let it go

A little bit of beads always reminds me,

Dream your dreams with your eyes closed,

But live them with your eyes wide open

And every time a bad dream flies away

I smile and never forget to thank

The special box by my bed

And every time it reminds me

Not to let someone else catch my dreams

Cause they are my dreams and I’m their catcher.

Created by Da Vinci in utmost grace

And kept for the world to see

But only some know that she was

La Giconda transferred to mean ‘my lady Lisa”

The French emperor was so fond of her

She was enclosed in his bedroom for years

In praise of her artistic beauty

There were many  amazed by her beauty

She’s been changed from time to time

As her eyebrows suddenly appear and disappear

She has her own bedroom in the Louvre

And is kept in a glass case for all  to see

But no one knows if her smile changes

Or her eyes follow us all around

But she will remain the best

For certain she is a wonderful piece of art

And my dear friends

She is none other than Mona Lisa

As I get out of bed every day

I see a bright light shining away

It seems as though the clouds are brushes

And the mysterious artist always rushes



By the time I get to school

The masterpiece which was so cool

Has disappeared and flown away

The sky seems to be a new sheet, ready to be painted away



Some people think why bother

But they miss the masterpiece of nature.

By the time I reach home and my  hair comb

The anonymous artist has just returned home



The Mysterious Artist sits on his stool

Starts painting and makes my eyes drool

But by the time the bright lights went

The Sky’s Masterpiece Is Born



These precious gifts of nature

Forever will I treasure

And I mind you every time I sleep or Rise

There is always a New Sky Masterpiece of Sunset and Sunrise!

Through beds and beds of flowers

Lovely, pretty, sweet and tasty

Wings as tiny as a fairy

Illuminates the bright light to the bower

Swift movements open, close

Great movements up and down

As unique as every evening gown

The Majestic gives every dose

Stretching out her Gown to soar

Flying over great heights

Every single moment she might

Be on top of the world like never before

My ensy-weensy friend who fly

You are as wonderful as you can be

All the time soaring with glee

You are none other than a myriad butterfly!