Awake I am.
The clock on the wall,
I critically observe.
It tells me it's noon.
The blue sky is black?
Lightening flashing,
Thunder striking,
Droplets wrestling on my roof;
I tremble in fear.
Which day is this?
Is the end time in yet?
But I hear no trumpet sounding.
Aaah! Aaah! Aaah!
Who is in pain?
Is she in labor?
Not today!
It's scary outside.
Ouch! Aaah! Ooh!
Help! Help! Help!
She screams out loud.
As your head protrude,
The rain seizes,
Darkness diminishes,
The sun-smiling looking,
Appearing and metastasizing
Beams of happiness.
You cry,
She smiles.
I name you sunlight:
An awesome blessing,
Gorgeous and charming.
Goddess of light;
Turning dirt to gold,
Bad luck to good history.
On earth you appeared-bold,
Expected to write a story;
Where there comes no night.
Happy birthday.
Fervently I pray,
That you achieve,
Thy mission,
Set before you to accomplish.
WRITTEN BY: ANGEL DZIDULA-KOMLA
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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