Nature's Hand Poem by Tony Adah

What can the unseen hand not do?
When it sculptures hills and vales
Knolls and ravines
Upon which the sun rises and sinks;
What a great artist
Whose canvass is full of streams and rivers
Walking noisily or silently
Without hoaves or claws
Or the wind flying past without wings.

Up the north
The rugged slabs of rock stand or bend
Or crumble in situ;
Where the plateau of Jos
Whizz in silent songs.

At Obudu
The potter moulds his earth
Lush green with verges
And upon the hills head
White coxcomb adorn.

In Maiduguri and beyond
Dust storms hum
And the desert moves in granules
With shrubs paying obeisance
To the storm.

In the the west as in Ibadan,
Cocoa trees wear a legion breasts
And Mapo hall stands gazing at the sun.
Everywhere the country folks
Are agog with what nature bestows
Still no one wonders about
How these things came to give
A marvel to our unblinking eye.