I took this image two nights before Christmas and was amazed by the white cloud resembling a blue whale. I could see various shapes against the charcoal-blue horizon, but the whale was the most remarkable. I couldn’t stop admiring the magnificent view. Do you see how the tree in the center looks like a Christmas… Continue reading Nature’s Craftwork
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Oscar Wilde’s Selfish Giant: Seasons Greetings
I came home yesterday and saw my dad’s favorite Oscar Wilde book of tales. The selfish giant is my best of them all; there’s a big lesson in it. I’ve applied a minor revision to the original story. The Selfish Giant Every afternoon, as they were coming from school, the children used to go and… Continue reading Oscar Wilde’s Selfish Giant: Seasons Greetings
Christmas!
Celebrate with love and gift hope to all that may need it. 🌲❤
Merry Christmas Eve
As we progress to the year’s end, remember to enjoy the people God has put in your life. Drop all forms of disagreements and grudges, be humble to serve others, let things you can’t control be and try to help people. Forgive and see things from different angles. Never forget to spend quality time with… Continue reading Merry Christmas Eve
Christmas Stories 2
“Tonight the stars will guide us to the baby Take your cloaks, it will be a long journey” One magi summoned his excited companions It was dark but they prepare their camel train Cold airs spread the late evening mist As they marched through sand and dust Winds soared, it was darker up the clouds… Continue reading Christmas Stories 2
Harmattan winds
Harmattans graceful blankets slowly descend, Blowing dry brown dust upon our hamlet, On misty mornings and smoky evenings
Christmas Stories 1
There’s twinkling stars across the dark night, Tiny, shiny dots adorning the wide firmament Then sang the Whistling pines a song, so sweet That the Woodpecker with his beak started a beat And all became amazed, even the Nightingale family Now up the dark skies three bold stars shine gracefully The shepherd was about to… Continue reading Christmas Stories 1
A tale of the Christmas Eve
1 Once upon a time, it was evening and very cold one For the Ice king was out, on his stroll thru his kingdom And the Snow witch heralded his welcome; flying before him Hanging up on trees, weighing down tree branches Making even huge trees to come crashing down And painting the whole forest… Continue reading A tale of the Christmas Eve
How happy the day ended
And now the stars glitter in the night
With laughters of joy resounding about
While up the hills, the grass burn
How joyful the hugs and smiles are
From loved ones and friends
And the entire acquiantance made
As celebrations and festivities abound
Now the birth of our Lord, Christ
Is the reason for the season
For the joy and laughter
And celebration come
Let the peace of the Lord
Dwell and bless you all
THE MIST
The morning is filled with the mist
The pathways are treacherous
Filled with stray serpents and scorpions
Come to land to get some warmth
HARMATTAN
The heat burns the flesh
Dried skin and teary eyes
The wind is merciless pushing away
All that dared to stand before her
BURNING GRASSES
Burnt grasses give queer scents
Birds circle the sky in search of food
The days go hot every noon
The grasses all turn red with dust
GOLDEN SUN
Dry leaves fall solemnly
In dramatic circles
With hues of grey
Painting the clouds as the sun set
LOVE
Now this festive season brings love
The cold nights come to us all
The loving hands that holds us to curdle
Stays not too far away from us
CHRISTMAS
The skies are full of fireworks
There are smiles of joy, of hope and celebration
The snow flakes fall and cover the greens
As solemn hymns are sang in the hamlets
Snowy Xmas
The snow falls silently Another leaf falls All is white And all is white! The icy wind blows lazily Squirrels huddle together Outside it’s all cold And it’s very cold! And then… The jingle We lived with It’s gift-ful Santa So take a wish And watch him give a nod.
Childhood Harmattan
I wonder why I miss the harmattan Why it is yet to come Why it stays in his cloak Shy and letting the rain bully him I miss the smell of dust cakes And our delay in burning the grasses So I can see the fumes dance to meet the sky And why we ‘stay’… Continue reading Childhood Harmattan
