He's Going To Work Poem by Radhuga Sreekumar Geetha

Red carpeted by soft green grass
Shadow carressed by his loving lass
He's going to work

Waking the sun up
Illuminating with each feet's tap
He's going to work

Posiedon with trident
He's going to work
To give life to barren as evident

Singing birds delight to chorus
When he's singing to the forest
As he's going to work

Flowers form as bud's nostrils flare
To inhale his fragrant sweatin the air
As he's going to work

He's going to work
To feed the whole world
Despitepoverty's hold