A New Dawn In a Marble of Hope

A new dawn in the midst of stars, Another star added one among others, Oceans shout in great embrace of this, Seas dance in affectionately, joyfully. Twenty-eight of painted November A great gem birthed and angels sang. . . He is here to change human cause, Writing a future to the mountain climbers. He is the crystal of the sky' brightness, A deity in the eyes of the penlords. Here he comes singing like the nightingale, Gracefully endowed with higher muse. . . Season comes and go through our eyes, Rainbow has a handful of stories to tell; Fresh story from fountain of life water, With a tilting brave of a man on his day. Hope spring out in the eyes of tomorrow, Even when the future is tired of keeping right. . . Legs of forest dreams hoping to conquer. We wish you more in life and more to come Not from a watery lips but a fruit light. Long live a marvalous poet, long life Hunge! Truly we shall keep writing of a future From this dawn on marbles of hopeful hope. . . (C) John Chizoba Vincent