Ballad Of An Unknown Singer Poem by Aminat Opatola

A voice full of life and sounds echoes,
far beyond rocks and mountains that has no vivid trails,
so smooth, a song of heart that felt the glows,
merry merry falling into drifting air with passionate fills,
warm and content far beyond earthly voice,
brimming the wind with lighter thrills,
sinking deep to mind like the star glance,
merry merry unto the soul with spell of natural chills,

sad or happy i wonder with questioning brows,
why hold its meaning with such deep instills,
standing for an eternity it became a never ending echoes,
the birds are quiet, the airs still its chills,
with merries setting unto a tune that makes the world looks jealous,
whom with a solitary voice touches the heart to feel,
the animals to steer, the rocks to warm,
even the dead leaves to rise,
merrily trapping heart with sweet voices that kills,

it was but a cloud of sadness passing with no clew as the sounds flows,
but was patient to solve its meaning with its merry fills,
far behind hills and mountains i could hear it rose,
booming higher to wing with more heavy trills,
passing unto the real world with rustled peace,
all goes low until it is heard no more.