ODE TO THE GOLDEN SUNSHINE

Seated on bounties of providence— fertile fields, bitumen, oil and gas, with granite, gems, and limestone; is this world of ours fated with luck.

Her ancestral veins quicken sìbí, ọbitun, and bírípo into ancient rhythmic choir; Uléfúnta, Ọlọ́jọ́, Ògún, and Ijerọba feasts fan embers of black traditions at their peak.

The majestic Máre and Smokin Hills golf, the magnificent sun-kissed Arárọ̀mí Beach, and mystic Igbó Olódùmarè's ash cave, like Òkè Màríà, where pilgrims enthrall, are her wondrous vistas that bless all souls.

Your womb conceived the Cocoa House, your sage brain also birthed education for all in the voice of Ajásin; in the hand of Awólọ́wọ̀: these historic tales keep echoing our pride.

Yes, tongues differ at home, yet souls unite in this lovely abode that has walked through myths and scenics of creation—highly intact: one great wonder that wonders who wanders.

O Sunshine State, as your legacies gleam on, may your golden sunshine never set at dawn, and renewed hope flow in freedom's vein in culture, feats, and nature's dreams!