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

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