Tears From The Sky Poem by Aki Nnamdi

The silent soft wind now hums a song.
The trees dance and sing along,
As leaves drop to the ground
And raise voices to a mournful sound.
The moon retires unceremoniously,
And the stars follow suite unanimously.

Heaven howls and roars with lightnings and thunders,
As the little baby quakes and cowers with fear and wonder.
For the eyes of the sky are pale,
Filled with tears and a face so frail.

Oh how she cries and weeps and wails.
How she bathes the earth in a pool of tears!
Every nocturnal beast has conceded to its pitiful countenance,
As they resign to the discomforting gloom of their inhabitance.
Every susceptible creature she has put to plunder,
And every vulnerable thing she has sawn asunder.

Now, i look ahead to the east,
To catch a view of a bright-red dazzling beauty
As it rises higher and higher.
And i smile and think to myself: 'what a messiah! '