The Sonnet V Poem by Chukwuebuka Adebayo

Its flits as flag planted upon a mountain,
Waters of river running her banks through;
Swirling o'er and o'er, froing back again,
And as restless flower on tempestuous pool;
Why wood-yellow sun, bare-moon high there
Haltingly turns, slowly as travels the earthworm?
Whirlwinds comes and quickly returns nowhere,
Things changes thus fades to no arty form;
Clock that counts is a deluder and a cray!
For the universe convertly do deflect,
Like hank of entwined clouds on sunny day;
Weird but this eso teric knowledge i suspect,
The world's rested upon an orb of pendulum,
Swaying around, round as that dangling plum