Now fruits hang on my ceilings

Ripened with promises on the fall

A hope that keeps my heart young

Along the warmth of these shoresides


Now I journey to each place I’ve once lived

To meet the old me and greet it with newness

A thing of celebration for who I have become

Sync with my sunlight and pass it on to the moon

To fill every loop within my uniformed chapter


But I can say

I am a centerpiece walking on moonlight

A jar full of glue in very many a situation

And each time I lend my voice out to others

I birth a society within my palms’ shore

And an open arm waiting.