The founder reclaimed a marshy,useless tract of land and built a thriving institute.
The owl devoid of wisdom
Wild beasts roamed the place
The peacock tried and tried again but,
Fell flat and out of grace.
A blackbird hovering above up there
Uttered with a sigh
Wherefrom have we come folks
Wherefore do we fly?
Emerged a goddess from the green
Built a little nest
All the creatures scurried in
They were cushioned at her behest.
And they were snug and cosy
In their house of scratch
Day by day it flourished
Its glories found no match.
Bedecked, with sandstones grand
Be topped with spires high
Bequeathed with a crimson hue
They communed with the sky.
The nest is now a haven
Building futures bright
Of those naïve earthlings
Kindling darkness with its light.
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