Calabash from the petals

     Cannot withhold all the joy in her heart

        A long way from home

          Though all path fades away and travail becomes deeper

             for an ordeal to conquer

   Papa always away at the stable

        Mama’s millstone is never quite in slumber

            Beads dancing round the fire

                Enjoying the breathe of a new palmwine

                   Feathers flying on the wing of summer

                        Breeze blowing up the cover of imaginations

   Pot too hot to hold erasing the memories of tale

         Propeling the courage to thrive

              Faith to cross the breached bridge of emotion

                   Boundaries without sweat and blood

                       Nor a lifeless pod

                          Goodluck to the stars that held me high