The Smell of Hope

The sun rises this morning with its fresh fragrance Spilling rays of hope, and love everywhere While the morning looks proudly at me, And danced away its aged old misery The smell of hope lingers beyond the shore And a multitude of pleasure is waiting at my door The silent music is vibrating in the sand And the fishermen are singing a merry song The wind is blowing over the mountain Speaking to the silent trees Awake, Awake, Awake A loud voice resonates, beckoning them to come to me Here I am sitting underneath the big cherry tree With thick branches crisscrossing one another And angels sitting around covering me on the throne An infinite story is wrapped up in the tree but only time can unveil its mystery. There is not much cherry on the tree as I speak As one crop is over, another crop comes on And as soon as it ends, the cherry cycle starts again I looked clearly between the shrubs To see if I could phantom what is really going on But all I could see is radiant skies glaring at me through the thick cherry bushes And humming a penitent tune about the big round moon Today is a special day, and it is different From any other day, the heat is a little intense But I feel victory dancing around the bench We have gone through these stages before When courage met face to face at my door My heart was strong, my spirit was deep And no matter what you do, you and I could not compete I could only understand the vessel on the stand And the vibrating sound of music all over the land Elated face gathered at the counter to place the final order I could never understood how you cross through the thick wood With blades of grass parachuting up to your waist When the people rise up and become conscious They will have to drink from the golden cup The battle is not over the aces Neither is it over the deck The battle is over the sexes I have so much that I want to say to you I have so much that I want to do for you You over there and I am sitting here, We have a lot to share Come and dine with me and let me hear your story Come and dine with me and share your glory A shilling or a pound, a dime or a dollar It doesn't matter, Whether liberty or crown I have to get out of this miserable town This is not your story, it is my story. And it is time to publish it. Hope always wins.