The Spring Poem by Samuel A. Eyitayo

An object
Living on every street
In motion all the time
Power it has
Speed it brings
Lone it sucks
Attached is it
Ready
On a journey
On the move
When pressed
Really pressed
Power is baked
Really hot
Ready for the move
Ready for the action
Spring
You have
When motion is defective
When Power is flawed
Spring could be seen
And unseen
The unseen
Is seen in action
The unseen is affected
By Words
Words like fire
Words like hammer
Wake every soul.