HALF A HUNDRED PLUS 4 VIBRANT STARS

There’s a moon Breaking through the dark Half a hundred plus four stars beside it Each one trying to equally share its spark. Then, the sun rises Gentle, not too hot, not too cold But it melts the walls that have risen within Changing hearts, making them more bold. A road appears Stretching across seas, sands, and trees Leading us all to a place Where everyone has a seat with ease. It’s a dream One star shining bright Over Africa, uniting us A beacon of hope, lighting the night.