The sun trimmed the night sky
Little by little as the stars said “bye”
a male humming birds hum
While he sip the flowers’ rum
Soon the gloom no more looms
While the morning glory bloom
The dew bends rays from the reining
Sun, splitting them into the rainbow colors.
Alas! As time sways
The clouds over the hills that lay
Come out, shielding the suns rays
And the chirps, buzzing bee,
All of the small critters, flee.
Noon, no sooner, the clouds pee
Showers that soak the earth’s
Skin, the sky no more lean different from its birth.
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Wonderful poem! The word, 'pee' smells bad. Diction, Variety in the syntax of lines, abundant use of words of single syllables and hence the flow, everything beautiful Mr. John Wake. I find poets from Africa are inspired by Nature as well as by the Muse of the Language. Excellent.