Miraculous

These were the days that gone by

The tree that uproots all by itself

The winds with a swift of a breeze

The blue-sky with Shades of dark grey

The tears of a solemn little girl’s cry

The Leprechauns’ pot of extreme wealth

The pressure when you tend to squeeze

The soles in time will turn to fray

The truths beneath these impeding lie

The Tumor benign in the pink of health

The shiver in a state to freeze

The little Puppy that went astray

The Zombies would always give to sly

The Clock striking directly at twelve

The regime with its ultimatum decrees

The Overseers’ Rock guarding at bay

The pronging stabs easily modify

The rainbows tend to want to shelve

The Taxman cometh all will increase

These be the best of the coming day.