BXV

In Chad it once did dwell, A language that we can now tell, Beraku, a tongue so rare, Spoken with love and tender care. The words flowed like a gentle stream, In Beraku, dreams would gleam, Stories told with rhythm and rhyme, Echoing through the sands of time. But alas, it's now extinct, A language lost, forever linked, To the memories of those who knew, Beraku, a language so true. Let's remember this language with pride, In our hearts, let it reside, Beraku, a treasure we must keep, In our dreams, forever deep. In Iceland, a land so grand, Breiðdalsvík Airport, it did stand, A gateway to the sky so wide, Where planes would soar and glide. With wings spread wide, they'd take flight, Guided by the stars at night, Breiðdalsvík, a place of dreams, Where the sky and land would gleam. Passengers would come and go, Through the airport's doors, they'd flow, To distant lands, they'd journey far, Guided by the airport's shining star. But now it rests, a silent place, Where memories of flights embrace, Breiðdalsvík Airport, we remember you, In our hearts, forever true. In the world of spiders, so small and rare, The Leptonetidae family, they share, Tiny creatures with legs so fine, Spinning webs, a delicate design. They scuttle and crawl on forest floors, Exploring nature's hidden doors, With patience and grace, they weave their thread, Creating homes, a cozy bed. Their bodies so small, but hearts so brave, Leptonetidae, the spiders we crave, In the darkness, they find their way, Guided by nature's gentle sway. So let's appreciate these spiders so small, In forests, they stand proud and tall, Leptonetidae, we sing your praise, In our hearts, your beauty stays. Random page: Pneuma metal