Dew

Early in the morning
The sun stays home
Taking care of her kids
Letting the Heavenly dew rest
There’s moist on vegetations;
There’s moist on trees
There’s moist on shrubs
On grasses and the pans
There’s moist on my hands
As I give each flower a shake
The skies are dark
Painted with different shades
And all gloom looking
Blackish mixture, cloudy
Like Zeus was about to war
And we could see his commanders
All drawn across the horizon
With all armor ready
Then were birds absent
Insects and hoppers holed up
The dew gives its water
To all creatures
Who could wander
Up the hills green fields

Oiroegbu Halls