SOMEDAY



When the air is sweet to breathe in
And the barren land that yields nothing
Yields ripe fruits and crops for the belly
Of men that has overcome life's challenges.

In a land, faraway from mortal's keen sight
Where the beach is blue and the water is divine
And the trees swing to their own melody
Shall I make my home, free from strife and peril.

The threat of doom that life always cast,
Poised over us, unseen by our mortal eyes,
But, felt in the breeze that blows in the sky
Shall be no more, but a memory of the past.

I will watch the sun set in his mighty glory,
Free of all worry and bitter burden,
I will smile and laugh with my lovely family
As we all nestle in the cradle that life has woven.


©Okunola Peace.




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