History Creation waits eagerly, Stars with held breaths have their faces Set in hopeful locks, Waiting

for the sign... The flash sings across the Northern sky, Heaven parts open as ocean-waves crash From great heights in thunderous roars And as the stars let their breaths out, Night dissolves, and dawn cracks; The silver-starred daughter is born... Nineteen years after, And after the coming of years and ages and events, Well whats the answer? Rather whats the question? To be direct, whats the first obvious view? When dawn breaks on you? Its rather simple, the beauty of grace. Opeyemi 15/5/2011