Deeds

Deeds

Don’t feel alone
Your deeds are your theme
If on wrong path they fall
They can open the way to hell
Every deed is a monument
They change every moment
Every deed should be right
They are like a running dove
Catch them and love
Every deed makes your fate
The prison of fear is what they break
They are like a great hill
Conquered by a Goodman’s will
On good and bad they feed
They are deeds, they are deeds.

Poem by: Annie N M

Science – an anxiety

Science – an anxiety

Chemistry, Chemistry, Chemistry,

A great mystery

It is full of “equations"

- Tough to find the solutions.

Physics, Physics, Physics,

It is full of mathematics

Always bring tension,

And a lot of confusion.

Biology, Biology, Biology,

Grows out of psychology

Study of creatures,

Improve our future.

Oh! My God!

These sciences are an anxiety,

Which are highly mighty!

Poem by: Annie N M