August Ends, September Nears Poem by Blessing Asake

The final day of August sings,
A quiet close, yet bold with wings.
A brand new week begins to rise,
With open doors and clearer skies.

May favor find you where you stand,
May peace and wisdom guide your hand.
This week—no pressure, just progress,
Even small steps lead to success.

And as the calendar turns anew,
Remember what most never do:
Land is patient, but it won't wait,
The wise invest before it's late.

You don't need millions to begin,
Just vision, time, and trust within.
Build your future plot by plot,
Let August end, but your plans not.

*Happy new week, and farewell to August.*
Secure your space. Own your journey.