Tick-tock, the clock sounds its pace,

Bright shine, the sun lights the space,

Heavy currents roar, and the wind blows,

Dark clouds gather and rain falls more and more.

Seventy-seven times, he falls to the ground,

Seventy-seven times, he rises, unbound;

Though, many fragments are yet incomplete,

But the firmament has always been reached.

Difficulties come nigh and challenges arise,

Longing for a rough warmth, a warning in disguise.

He dares to launch into the unknown;

A period he showcases being borne,

Over time, he never ceases, here and there,

He said “I'll try, strive, and persevere

Into a realm where my spirit finds strength.”

In this place, his desires ever dwelled.

Ìràwò. ✍️