[a #writco.in poem]

In the heart of a land so vast and wide,
Where the sun kisses the horizon with fiery pride,
I am Roy, from the southernmost part,
Where the wild calls echo through the dark.

With hammer in hand and a heart so true,
I am crafting a future anew,
A shelter of hope, a bastion of grace,
Where little souls may find their place.

Through the dust and the toil, I stand,
Guided by whispers from a distant land,
Where children's laughter, once silenced by plight,
Now sings of tomorrows that shine so bright.

Each brick laid with a tender touch,
Each beam raised by a caring clutch,
This sanctuary ascends to the sky,
A monument to love that will never die.

Donations come, like a gentle rain,
Sowing seeds of change without any vain,
From pockets deep and hearts so wide,
A symphony of kindness that turns the tide.

A dollar here, a prayer there,
Linked by strings of care so rare,
Together we weave a net of gold,
To catch the dreams of the young, so bold.

The walls rise high, the roof takes shape,
In every corner, a future to escape,
A library whispers tales of the brave,
Where young minds can...