How beautiful are the walls on the street
So gigantic they extend to the heavens
Like guardian angels they guide my path
Some have skin rashes, others don’t, but they all stand tall alike.
How colourful are the winds of the evening
It blows over the earth and darkens the sky
Its tender whistling dispels the noisomeness of the day
And beckons humanity to embrace its gift of tranquillity.
How priceless is the light of the sun
It gives life to plant and sight to men
Without it, all men would be just like me
Then being me wouldn’t be special anymore.
‘Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder’; my hands behold
Colour, a matter of perception; my heart perceives
Price is measured in value; my purpose is of immeasurable value.
Sight could lose its attraction in the mind of the blind.