In Perfection Poem by Chukwunnabuikem Ugochukwu Amalu

Sitting on the porch,
swaying my legs, I
gaped up to the sky.
The blazing sun was
already still. The cloud
sparkling in a snap
weather.

Then came a murmuration
of sterling, warling in
appreciation, lossing
it's weight as the wind
bluster them around

Then from the East
came the wind buffing
and advancing to the
West.

The creator made all
things perfect, read a
vote from behind.
Then came into my
face a joyous look, all
things are perfect
indeed, came a feeling
in me.

The birds of the air
plough no farm land yet
they live in gratification.
All thing are in perfect
state...

The grasses in the field
drinks from no rill yet it
thrives.
All things are in perfect
state...

Man caches no gas yet
he breathes efficiently.

Indeed all things were
made perfect.

Poet: ©Chukwunnabuikem Ugochukwu
26/11/21