When The Sunset Poem by John Chizoba Vincent

When the sunset, love comes to stay,
The butterflies come out in their multi-colours
To brighten the earth to her goodness.
The trees wave their hands in joy as
The sun govern their world with attractive hands.



When the sunset,
The air journey here and there greeting mother nature; for the gift of another honourable day.
In the beauty of its own, the sun runs to the
Centre of the clouded sky decorated in white linen and Robe to smile to the field of a new blessed day.



Human activites commerce at a gradual pace,
The gods rejoice as the sacrificial lamb is brought
To the shrine as an atonement for sins is slaughtered.
Pretty girls run through the bank of the beach
Advertising their golden teeth at their own grain
And, nothing is breached in their spirits.


When the sunset,
The wind becomes happy;
Tossing things from one corner of the earth to the other.
It left some market women naked and, some
Fighting to hold their wrapper together.
Miracles glance at the window of an innocent boy to
Favour him.
Life herself becomes purer and holier than yesterday
And, new hope is established for the advancement of the world.