Impossible Is Impossible Poem by Michael Eziudo

Haven't you seen
That impossible is never impossible
The earth tells it own tales
Of the mountains that once were and never are
Of the rivers that dried with heat and and pressure
Of the lands that tore open and took up heights​ and lands
Of the firmament that gave way for pressured warming
Impossible is impossible

And vegetations whisper to me
Of the rebirth of continual specie
However by force they are taken off
Of the tireless fruits that come in and out of season never as filling as the one in due season
Of the mystery of ages past that one never extinct despite its use and weeding

And the animals sing praise
That keeps them in multiples no matter the dependence and outcry on them
Of the glories of hopeless life that feeds their days
And joys of living that has no source

And the human cry out
Of the legs that grow out out of non
And the womblessness that begats feutus in time of laughter and praises
And the empty pocket that builds the mansions in time of need
And the mouth that made something out of nothing
And the dead that brought dead to life upon living

And the heavenly bodies proclaim
Of the wonder they know not that buys the import of the world Lord
And the reason a throne he denied to enthrone the nobody
And the laughter that never ceases that never wears
Only seeing without end
And showing without saying
That impossible is impossible