Brett Lee

Brett Lee,the morning dew,

Pure from the heart as i knew!

The wicket he takes,

make my cheeks a reason to bloom!

Whenever he smiles,

It's like a winter sunshine!

His celebration of joy,

Feels like a child with a toy!

His biting fingernails,

is a boat without sail!

The guitar he plays,

sounds so pleasing like a rainy day!

And the song he sings,

Remind me of chirping birds in spring!

May God bless him good health to play,

Good soul to live!

And lots of happiness so that we

can also smile with him!