Waking To a New Dawn

In the meadow, I sing so loud I heart well to do the same in the sunny valley Night freezes on my resting soul as do cloud Morning pisses on my hasting arms like bees honey Faith sets my legs on the rail of challenges Hoping would have been helpful But hustling isn't a sponge Yet through contention, each day becomes beautiful Come sun, come chance even in the rain Makes room for my reign, not only for the gain Thanks to you o God almighty my father For keeping me strong in every weather © 2020 ® Olábòsóyè Wèmímó Oláolúwá