A rare Gift..

 

Did we embrace the gift with good grace?

A sacred gift of wise rendered in shock

yet so real and rare that stunned all place

Or are we too young to bear the Yoke?

 The strong scent of wise left on the lawn

                                   Has still bees attracted and gathered

         Even before the crack of the first day's dawn
Even after the Course it changed

          But the route is now loose and wide

                   With both risks and blessings in the midst of space

 We still have the wise to guide

          Chosen few to discharge and execute

Strong media to scrutinize and disclose

Loyal subjects obliged to acknowledge and appreciate

 May the eternal sun of happiness always shine

May the streams of Peace and tranquility always flow

Distanced, wide and near; far from decline

Such is the dream and hope of every day  men