Renaissance Of My Birth Poem by Ojeikpo Elijah

What a time of rebirth and new birth,
The Renaissance of my own blessed birth,
A land of art, music, and thriving mirth,
Where intellect and beauty blend their worth.

From the ashes of the Dark Ages past,
A new era of enlightenment arose,
Where poets, painters and sculptors amassed,
In a symphony of creativity, composing prose.

Oh, how the world was awakened anew,
With the awakening of my own life,
The birth of a soul, so pure and true,
A masterpiece, carved with a divine knife.

The Renaissance of my birth, a divine grace,
A time of renewal, a sweet embrace,
A renaissance unfolds, a birth anew,
Where dreams ignite and spirits soar again,
A tapestry of wonders, bright and true.

From depths of slumber, consciousness awakes,
A canvas blank, with boundless potential,
Where colors dance and brush strokes gently break,
Creating masterpieces, ethereal and essential.

With every step, the journey takes its flight,
Embracing change, transcending every bound,
Through valleys deep and mountains reaching height,
In this rebirth, true purpose is found.

Oh, Renaissance of my birth, your essence rare,
A symphony of joy, beyond compare.