Dear chosen one

Beneneth the stars where trees stand,

A path unfolds, a call transcends.

Given a fate, yet free to roam,

The chosen create and find their home.

Through dark days and trials fierce,

Their hearts endure, their spirits pierce.

The winds may howl, the seas may rise,

But they will soar, alight in skies.

Not crowned by gold nor cloaked in fame,

Their light ignites without a name.

They bear the weight of dreams unsaid,

And walk where demons fear to tread.

The chosen ones are those who dare,

to expose deception—even when people laugh and stare,

those people chose death unlike chosen ones rise,messing with a chosen will only lead them to their demise,

Through every storm, their beacon stays,

A raident beam through darkened days.

So rise, O soul, if called to be,

Among the chosen, wild and free.

For in your hands, the world may turn,

A flame of hope, forever burn.

Stay healthy..stay happy..stay wealthy! 💚✨