Your Value

In Dakar’s sun, I stands, Letter trembling in his hands, Words of thanks, both pure and true, Flow for one who saw through. A mentor’s smile, a steady flame, Guiding light that carved his name, Through every doubt and sleepless night, Faith restored the sight. No gold nor gift could so convey, What “thank you” softly dares to say, For gratitude, when deeply sown, Blooms in hearts that kindness has grown. By Rael Yienel