You birds
you have the seasons in
you
so much the intuition
of the rains and storms
and then
after the trial of
our Mother Earth
bright lights, sweet
night-dews,
then,
the Dawn rising up and
the first lights
you rise
you sing
you do not ask how prompted
yes
but in you there's a spring
mechanical as be all life:
a spring
that from periods geological
comes
was born in offspring
and
advanced along the path
beaten of Evolution as in ever-increase
you
you birds
you that have the seasons in you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Every thing in life has been programmed by God to behave in a particular war. Nice poem. Kingsley Egbukole