IN SUN CITY.

The sun will rise,

After every night,

A new day will come,

No matter how dark.

Hope is a seed,

That needs to be planted,

Nourished with love,

And watered with faith.

The winds of change,

May blow hard and cold,

But the tree of hope,

Will weather the storm.

The roots of change,

Are deep and strong,

And with time, they'll grow,

And carry us on.

The seeds of hope,

We plant with our love,

Will bloom in due time,

In skies up above.

Latif The Sacred poet