THE REBIRTH OF A NEW NATION.

The dawn breaks with echoes of hope unseen
A people once lost now rise from within
The church stands firm a guiding light
Whispers of faith ignite the fight
A nation reborn from shadows of sin.
 
Voices unite in a solemn call
Chains of the past begin to fall
A sacred fire burns bright anew
With prayers as seeds in morning dew
The land awakens to purpose all.
 
Hands are lifted hearts renewed
The gospel spreads the truth pursued
Love and justice side by side
No more darkness no more pride
A kingdom vision long subdued.
 
The church a beacon bold and true
Restoring hope with light in view
No weary soul shall walk alone
For grace and mercy make us one
A nation built on faith so new.
 
The journey starts the work is here
A sacred task so pure so clear
With every step the future bright
The church stands firm the guiding light
The rebirth of a land so dear.

SUNRISE TO SUNSET.

Just like a soft piano
Played by the pianist
On the keys of the keyboard
Each sounds so loud and hard of
Saturating the whole room.

That is how the early
The beginning of one’s life is
We come into this life
At the peak of our life
Radiating nothing but life so full to its fullest.

Our life moment was so good
That life is so beautiful at its starts
Little did we know that someday
The sunrise of our life we slide into
The sunset of our life when life is o’er.

And the curtain is drawn
The movie of our life comes to an end
As the music is placed on a period
The melodies cease to come forth
From the beautiful keys of the keyboard.

That produces the sounds of life
So sweet and smoothen the soul and mind
What a dawn from its sunrise to sunset
Our life becomes like a string that fades away
From the beautiful sounds of the keyboard.

When strikes by the keyboardist
As each key drops it sounds
Begins to fade away just like
The ear never heard of the sound anymore
Life is gone out of our bodies.

As the sunset is gone with the wind
And the sunrise of our life suddenly appear
After all has been said and done
Death comes calling at a time when the least expected
We move from the sunrise of our life into the sunset of life itself.

AI AND THE CREATIVE INDUSTRY.

In a world where technology
Is fast rising and everything
Is happening so fast
With just a code and dreams become unseen
Waving new words on a digital screen.

A silent muse it is in a human machine
Guiding the creative hands
Where art has been with just
A spark of thoughts in fields serene
It molds the words in rhythmic flow.

Each voids of the creative touch
Of a real human touch from the creative mindset
As tales untold begins to grow
Echoing voices soft yet bold
Where stories dace and ideals glow.

What a pity creative is murdered
A digital heart with beats so untrue
Human lost touch of creative intellect
Blending the past and something anew
A symphony no hands confine.

THE LITTLE THINGS OF LIFE.

Celebrate the little things of life

Always be in the moment 
Be grateful for life and things you have
Even though it might be little 
No matter how mirenute it is.

In all stand in awe of gratitude

Let your soul be grateful 

For the life itself it has 

Be greatful enough 

To let the well of gratitude spring forth.

From the inside of you 

From the within of your minds eye

From the worlds worries and cares

From the challenges life throws at us

From what life brings our way be in gratitude posture.

At all time

When things aren't going your way

And as planned by you 

Without been grateful 

You cannot progress in life.

Just one foot in front of the other

Is what you need each moment

To live in the moment of gratitude 

Make sure you find it an habit

To be grateful for the little things of life.

Be grateful enough to show gratitude 

To the Giver and Maker of that life you have

Be grateful enough to be in the place of gratitude

Life will come and go but what we make of it matters

The little things you have today be grateful for it.

A SOUND THAT PRODUCES THE MOVEMENT.

From the soft touch
Of the keyboard keys
To bringing harmonies
From the sounds of keyboard keys
With a sound that produce the movement.
 
Of birthing great hope to children
Around the world bring hope back
To the faces these kids around the world
From the cities of where these kids are found
A sound that produces the movement.
 
Was created from the touch of keys on the keyboard
That transforming lives changing life
Making everything lovely and good
Giving back life to these kids all over the world
Not just a sound but a sound that produce a movement.
 
That sound is coming from no other
Than music writers whose impact
Has made a great deal even in the midst
Of the diversity in sound and voice
I see the likes of
 
Michael Jackson to Alicia Keys
Both are the powerhouse
That have seen constantly
Giving life meaning to kids
Around the world and this is that sound.