Born of a golden spring
Flowing through the nation
Carrying mildness, a quiet, steady calm

He rose from cradle to manhood
Shaping the world with a sound mind
and vision unclouded

His purpose gathered itself
Woven into a single calling
'A great mission'

Placed into hands of differing faces
Angled in thought and spirit

Though warmth, character, and minds differed

'He stood firm'
He refused to bend towards the wrong beam or wander from his path

Humility clothed him fully
As he scattered value like sparks
Lighting kindles, not competing with them

Born to uphold worth
Not to scramble for it

Written by Asmau's pen 🖊