Busy as a Bee!

Oh yonder.. see the light!
The warm wind sprung this city cold,
to doth bright colour flight!
Thou thought this city old..

Though days were gloomy and dull
and time.. the lack of, chasing thou round
But halt! Those days are no more full!
The sparks of colour arise and shake the ground

Thou art.. ye say, oh blah, blah nay
The olde lang sine.. oh crap by day!
Thou words are swinging
ye thoughts are torn..
the teacher rushes..
Be Damned, forlorn!

So I stand here and trot a plot before thee
I have been, for these past three weeks as busy as a bee!

But now I return, infront of thee in a lightened box
Dear Madame, Dear Sir... I present to you ...my socks?

haha... Nay! I present to you my thoughts =)