I carve upon a little tile.
The happy joyous times belong,
in the shiny, colourful moments that prolong.
Events, beautiful, they inculcate,
a feeling that a painter can never imitate.
Like an influential leader they indoctrinate,
the very stories of love and hate.
Head to heart, and mind to soul,
We look forward events set to unfold.
Pack my bags, am I ready to go?
Please say yes lest I miss you so.
Life goes on as the river flows,
A soul's joining you I hope you know.
In the starry night that lights up bright,
I know i'll see a breathtaking sight.
