- Tokaholi Chishi
The ground resonates with an echo of voices; Infused with sparks that emit from the hearts, Of beings who speak a language of art. Their speech shaded with vibrant edges as they pour their spirits in works of new beginnings.
With grace they sketch, With life they play. Their harmony raised in perfect unison as drums roll in pleasant division.
The scenic view and whistling leaves felt complete, In the presence of the singing freed in sweet release.
I count myself favored against the winter sun, I find myself thankful in the wonder around.
The air has a rhythm of the makers glance, He sits and waits for us to behave, Exactly the way He shaped us to display in the most creative array.
My soul feels complete, I am satisfied.
