This poem is for the one who made a difference
Who shaped our minds and become a truthful reference

When we look back through the eight months we passed together
Speedy running thoughts flashing with the great memories ever

Hesitation was living in our souls
Stress and worries divided us all

And then our glances caught a shining light
Enchantingly moved our souls and brought us light  

It was your lantern of HOPE ,
Came all along to remove all the mope

With your fascinating outstanding British
Revealed our passion for our dearest English

You gave us the strength to climb up that bright star
To show our hidden powers ,to sparkle so far

You inspired our souls ,
and opened the locked doors

Awakened our blinking ,
and kindled our bright thinking  

To love and  value our goal,
to work hard and answer the call  

And today we're standing here ,
feeling so confident  without a single fear

your students will always remember ,
your precious motivation
For they were our glittering lanterns
To get rid of all the hesitation

you had completely changed our mood
made it better ,shift it into gratitude ...

Thank you for all the deeds you shared ,
they were honest  hints showing how much you cared ...

It's enchantingly stunning how nature's gleam took me away,
Put me in a rocket and send  me to wander in the Milky-way!
It's so fascinating , my tongue get twisted,no word left to say  
Meditation in the stars, planets and comets as they display,
A special kind of music that has so much beauty to convey
This journey enlightened my soul ,appealed it to stay
Fancy is this galaxy,where I will sail every single day ...

When life seems like a barren field frozen by the snow;
Lure  your fears into a bumpy trap,get rid from its blow
Kindle a spark of brave spirit in this bruised row ;
Then appeal the sun to melt it down and let your seeds grow ...

There's an ancient, ancient garden that I see sometimes in dreams,      
   Where the very Maytime sunlight plays and glows with spectral gleams;  
   Where the gaudy-tinted blossoms seem to wither into grey,              
   And the crumbling walls and pillars waken thoughts of yesterday.        
   There are vines in nooks and crannies, and there's moss about the pool,
   And the tangled weedy thicket chokes the arbour dark and cool:          
   In the silent sunken pathways springs a herbage sparse and spare,      
   Where the musty scent of dead things dulls the fragrance of the air.    
   There is not a living creature in the lonely space arouna,              
   And the hedge~encompass'd d quiet never echoes to a sound.              
   As I walk, and wait, and listen, I will often seek to find              
   When it was I knew that garden in an age long left behind;              
   I will oft conjure a vision of a day that is no more,                  
   As I gaze upon the grey, grey scenes I feel I knew before.              
   Then a sadness settles o'er me, and a tremor seems to start -          
   For I know the flow'rs are shrivell'd hopes - the garden is my heart.

she is lost
blowing through the wind
always on the move
and nowhere to call home
she dances around
on a windy day
and maybe stay on someone's lawn
but she never stay too long
even if she wanted to
because she is lost
and too light
to fend off the wind;
separated from her tree
what will she do now?

While the snow reveals its keenest love for the sun ;
Its snowflakes start to dance and  it melts with blush ...