by Ernest Armah
Is the song we sing in chorus every morning
It tells of a new dawn
Pushing into oblivion the mourns of every last night.
We stand up, head up, chin up
Like tall trees which cannot be reduced to firewood
We glean inspiration deeply from above
To be better than our yesterdays.
With the sun yet to set
The greenness of our leafs
Groomed by the morning dew
Sees the dry, pale shadow of itself impend.
Gasps set to a terrible vim to whim
A positive outlook of the day’s end
Play like a calypso rhythm
Reminding us of the urgency of the now.