Dear reader,
My seniors are stepping down.
Some thing I thought of while walking home in the rain.
I love rainy days like this.
The Final Dance Of The Elephants
The rain comes down
And the elephants continue their dance
With their silence not too far off
They march in their ballet shoes
And blow trumpets with their trunks
They make an impact no one would ever forget
Lace with brilliant smiles
And shinning eyes
It is their final performance
They give it their best shot
And they end it beautifully
The audience are awed
Their faces and eyes are wet
But it was not from the rain that was coming down
I don't want us to ever step up.
