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I plant a seed by the sea and allow faith and courage to water it for thee I watch it grow with the passing wind until the heaven above move the substance within and the avenue of hope breaks through the gate and daylight stares straight in my face and my spirit suddenly came alive and ignite the passion in the sky.
 
I woke up this morning with nothing on my mind, the universe was still and water began to pour from the hill and I said to myself where in the world would I want to be than in the presence of a stranger that cares for me; the one that knows how the world flex and what I do when I am out of breath, it is the other side of me that goes up in flame and bring down the sudden rain and mixes the water with the earth.

I watch the solemn minutes roll by but no one was there to attend to my silent cries so I ventured out in the avenue of hope, and there it was standing in the middle of the street blocking traffic passing on either sides of me. With strong optimism and favor from the sun, it clears the path around me and sets my spirit free and the wind rushes in.

How solid are your thoughts when enlightenment emerges from the skies and  pulls you out of the dark; it drenches your soul with meekness, roll you on the ground with gentleness and  presses it lips against the ages of time and everyone starts crossing on my side; they  were coming by the hundred, the thousands and millions were walking by my side going to a place where peace and love abide and the olive seed sprang from the ground spreading  its branches all around and the people flourished  in various  town .

And just across the distance we saw her sitting in a golden chair with a crown on top of her head beckoning the people to come, she stretched out her hands and they leaped towards the avenue of hope and Cleopatra   received them in the town where destiny is bound, and they finally found a place that they can call home and for a hundred more years they could not roam.

The Avenue of home became their living sanctuary.
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