Freeom on the Horizon

It is freedom,
Grace possessed by the roaming sky.
Liberties granted through spirit,
That by each sunrise, a life is born.


The golden airs rising in the morning,
A breath of life, surely renewed,
Everything that was promised, is here of a blessing for you.


The land promises you life,
A future like never before,
Hence never waste your talents in chase of a fabled lore.


So lift your body, to feel the freedom and grace,
And become one with the liberties,
Yet, be sure to take them in pace.


Your horizon is shining, calmed by the standing moon,
These two lights so contrasting,
To bring your blessing, a granted boon.


Promise life to all you encounter,
So share the joys and be always fonder.




-Rein