The Dream Lives

I looked in the distance and saw it That closed door leading to the unknown In my somnolence I walked towards it Slowly but surely to be reborn I stood before the door contemplating Like a Pandora’s Box it seemed to be Whatever is behind it was indeed waiting To be released from mystery in order to be The door knob slowly and slowly it turns Click! The lock has become unlocked Wonder, excitement and anxiety churns Curious forces push and all is unblocked I peered and stepped in towards it That Acacia tree with branches widespread From all corners of Motherland they stood beneath it Laughing and smiling exchanging fellowship bread I joined them beneath this splendid Acacia tree For three years it became my comfort For three years its leaves sheltered me For three years its wisdom and knowledge I got Now as I step away from its shade And receive with open arms its fruits I open my eyes with awe then gaze The dream surely lives and forever it shall be