I have a rainbow in my sleeve
An hornet of gold I'd love to blow
On the cliff where the eagles are gathered
I have gems of priceless value
Tied around my waist
Gathered from a crystal sea of clouded lands
I have a light for the chaotic mass
An answer for the marooning darkness
A compass for a lost age
In me a diamond seed was planted
It is called DREAM
Sometimes beaten in harsh sunshine
Then watered by a tender rain
Sometimes disturbed by life's tempest
Then caressed by suiting breeze
Difficult may be the conception of greatness
It will blossom still
© Olatuja Oloyede
God is my wisdom
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