Sunrise Poem by Aminat Opatola

O its sunrise beckoning,
a delightful day it is,
bright colors besiege the world like a full grown moon..
Rising from the east and making its way to the west ward across the sky,
sending forth darkness into its dungeon and emanating its light to different region in every part of the world.

Blipping, displaying and shovering its splendours as a signal for the whole earth to rise,
waking sense of the dreaming souls and shining its blazing terrace like a silver spires.
Tenderly glowing in its lightness as it floats unbridled through roofs of houses and bushes,
through green blossom trees and beautiful grasses,
through woods to the flowing streams,
unto the animals den, to the deserts,
ontop huge mountains to the lawns.

Checkering the eastern clouds with steaks of scintillation in its rounded form,
waking a full grown day as it appears as the mother of lights and
rising sweet with charms of the earliest birds.

Wishing the world a delightful day as it spread it brightness on herbs, trees, fruits and flowers putting off glittering dew and advancing through earth with orient pearl.

Its renovation and freshening rays circling nonstop to the regions of man kind and hurls its glisting beam through gloomy edges with glareness,
Awakening spirits of youths as they breath its warmness, looking up high to the sky at its pleasant form overing round the sky gem as they make their radiant way through the day.

Sunrise raine through earth from the sky and feeds on flowres of glorious feature.
Warming the earth along with the freshness of the breeze,
glooming and vasting through heaven and earth in its distinctive beauty which thousand birds flies and built their bowres.

oh with sunrise,
begets a new day,
let polar spirits sweep the darkening world and tempest troubled deep,
awakening the day and making the sun wander through earth to blesses souls of mankind who awakes to work.

On every blooming trees, let it spreads its sheets daisies colors over the grassy lea
and twinkle its clear eye sweet with golden locks in a breezy atmosphere.

Drying our cloths and ripe harvest of the new mown hay, impearling through lands, seas and sparkling on the faces of rivers..
GOOD morning rise and shine, as its rosy hand unbared the gates of light..like a powerful king of the day, there it comes out in its pleasant shining form.