© keanu ellery
In the tapestry of arabian nights,
dwelled the land of minds and delight,
the land where ancient tales were spun,
beneath the rays of the blessed sun.

The purest scents, the call to prayer,
the bustling morning markets, the fresh evening air,
generations of stories shall unfold,
from stories that our elders told.

For its not a place, it's a people,
wherever they stand, beneath stars or steeple.
But remember, their potholes are deep,
while others was smooth,an easy leap.

They learnt how to leap and strive,
their strength remains and souls alive.
When the times comes and it surely will,
strength and faith shall keep their hearts still.

The biggest, farthest,longest leap,
will be theirs to take, a promise we keep.