My Moon Poem by Samuel Segun Toluwalase

Will my weary limbs still climb trees?
The day is fast spent
The waters of the lonely rivers are fast drying up
Only the quite evening will give succor

The night comes on
I will patiently wait on
For the hot sun is gone
For my moon will come on

I will sit on that special branch and watch her slide her way through the skies
Her silver skin and will lighten our homes
She is beautiful
And i am married to her

I will sit with my mama at the foot of the tree bunch
And watch the others reach for her
She cannot be reached only admires
In the heart. My moon