Call Of Nature Poem by Chris Tasie

We travel different flank
Eyes closed, thoughts blank
Only spirit and dreams
Have iota idea of the journey glimpse

On the same sofa, we may together
Yet thousand miles away from eachother
To where, to whom are we really being?
A little bird says ''the Supreme Being''

Sooner or later comes the dawn again
The morning dews like gentle rain
Eyes and strength awakened again
So our consciousness and hypnotised brain

Back on the earth
With fresh and renewed breath
From where? From whom? we dont know
A call of nature we'd always go