The Gravity Of Good Souls Poem by Yousif Ibrahim Abubaker Abdalla

Stay close to the sun watch how your shadows begin to fade, how darkness starts to loosen its grip.
A wandering soul has figured this out, just like a river learns patience from the stones, or how dawn keeps its promise
no matter how stubborn the night might be.
Stay near the fortunate fortune is like a delicate fragrance,
clinging to those who carry light, and like the wind, it finds you without needing to ask.
Walk alongside the successful,
not behind them but right beside them, like a mirror, and notice how your reflection
starts to rise, like a tree remembering, its ancient pact with the sky.
Sit with the ambitious, their dreams flicker like fireflies
restless, alive, whispering into the darkness: we may be small, but we shine.
And slowly almost secretly you begin to glow.
Stay close to the pure-hearted,
their souls flow like gentle rivers, washing away the dust from your thoughts until your mind becomes a space where storms forget their names.
Stay with those who love life,
they are gardens that refuse to give in, even when the seasons turn against them and like rain on parched earth, their laughter brings to life
something green within you.
Stay, stay, stay for company is not just about being present, it's a quiet transformation,
a slow unfolding of who you are becoming.
And when one soul sits
next to another beautiful soul,
change arrives softly like iron drawn to a magnet, like night leaning toward dawn for beauty travels unseen, gentle as a breath, inevitable as light.