Ode From Mother-Nature Poem by Darlington Chukwunyere

My son, I understand the reason behind your swift pace.
But please, do not be in haste
For it could be a waste
If you cannot be patient and wait
For the appointed date to complete this race.

But still, age waits for no one
You have to prepare the stage for the unborn,
who depend on your footprints for their own turn,
When termination will dawn on the earth and the sun…
As abinitio, has been the prophesy of the son.

Now, the sun is here with us my son.
You have to move on before it gets dark.
Do not look back; I shall be watching your back.
Only remember that life is full of turns and thorns.
Cheers…