It’s bright. It’s light.
Shining on skin. On love.
Shines on the wicked, from above.
It brightens the future.
Brings hope for a new day.
Giving the world another chance.
The dance of repentance.
Watering it’s dreams and aspirations.
So that it grows into a tall and fruitful tree.
That it could be.
For it is, the future indeed.
Written by Grace balogun