A Tale Poem by Joshua Adeyemi

The sea, the land relaxed,
Striving period elapsed.
Joy in turn came around,
To have the pair bound.
Then like awave came sorrow,
To their peace borrow.
And peace herself made a nay,
Having all attendants dismayed.
This tale is without a theme,
For it's rigours are its theme.
Let he who have no knowledge borrow,
That he may not by folly swallow.
To say, to know, always go,
You shall reap whatever you sow.
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