At The Rise Of Man Poem by muhammed olarewaju abdulraheem

At sunrise, in the harmattan's early days,
I rise with hope and joy that never fades.
Inside me, a fire roars, though brief and low,
It stirs a sense of wonder, and my heart is aglow.

The morning brings me cheer, the skylark sings beside,
On the tree branch, I sit, and nature's beauty I can't hide.
At first, I thought humanity was cursed with discontent,
But then I saw the cycle of life, where all is connected and meant.

The bird, the tree, the plant, and man, all revolve and thrive,
Each day a new beginning, yet humans seek more, and strive.
We create our own styles, our own dynamics, and our own pace,
And though we enjoy nature's beauty, we yearn for more, and race.

This restlessness, a never-ending quest, a cycle of desire,
A flow of life that continues until our final hour, and our next chapter's fire.
And so, we meet our end, our next page blank, our story told,
Yet in nature's embrace, our spirits unfold.