Eclipse

I know its important as my world is to all,
but, some how these things don't fall at all.
How will the numbers help,
if they are dividing us all, all into numbers
all with grades and some are left,
with just little interest, to cut, sew and paste.

The stories are so good, but they are never
thought, the only thing I listen to
is to grow up with good marks.
I love to paint and play at times, when
sun is on my head to laugh, I sit inside
the Edwardian class, just like all the others,
aghast.

And just then my prayers were heard, and
the day started getting so dark, I was
amazed by the dawn so soon, and never
thought it'd come so fast.
It crept so slow and filled the sky and all
the voids of light were dark with hope and
happiness though, we felt it all
in our hearts.

The teacher then took us back in time
the time of olden mathematical tale, when
the moon had gone and so it was dawn,
and people were out on the streets,
confused.
As dark god ate the sun amused. But,
she told us so that it was eclipsed and
nothing magical had come to breath us back
from our our dream to run
and play in sun and off to the grounds we run and fall
for more and more we discover.

So the moon went off and sun now beamed in
noon, from the windows and doors and into
our minds thinking bad,
about him.