- the aire that we breathe -
My teacher, mentor, head, you are a boss
at anything you do, put your hand to,
I love to work beside you, see your heart
for helping out, not caring 'bout your loss,
much more about their gain, what’ll really do
the trick, in the long run - not just the Start.
You back your word, to your own grief and pain.
You let your light shine out so bright and strong,
'n heavens above, as models can help teach
they show how light goes on, but then a-gain
when lifted up above, our eyes see long,
and understanding seems to get more reach
till when combined with other gifts you let
grow in us and help us to keep, by use,
say mem-or-y - by it we keep the views
we gained from vantage point we often get
from up above, the “model” that includes
relationships (not seen in local news)
which can hold “much more” meaning for our job
of overseeing ecosystems here.
Your teaching of me, is my great delight,
You set things up so I just see, they lob
into my lap. I take a peek, a peer
into day poss-ib-il-it-ies from night.
That curtain (royal blue in centre folds
but lighter at the edges, it’s berserk),
shuts up each day, to give us time for works
and focus on our overseeing goals,
inviting peaks, each night pulls back, though lurks
to give us views from underneath - child’s perks!
And thus this curtain draws attention to
what it wraps up, and helps us think to look,
especially when at rolling time we get
a light show in the sky, of diff’rent hue,
each morning, eve-ning, as a piquing hook
on ev’ry day (except when very wet).
This special space we’ve got to partner here
between the heavens, and the earth (or sea),
where winds blow strong or gentle, and we breathe
and share the air, and live, and move, appear,
and disappear (some times we do not see),
yet get to know. Excess, life starts to seeth!