Only voices speak now, wind surge bring their words Birds chatter up the trees, nothing but quiet silence Dews hidden on tree leaves fall, tapping
Month: August 2017
The Forest
1 You call to me, tonnes of sound whispering through the wind Calling me, singing songs of the wild, emissary of Nature You send the
Sunset: Ride of Nature
1 I see you ride with the clouds, hiding your face from mine Blushing before the endless firmaments, resting from the day You have carved
Another August Night, a birthday song
1 I hear the wind howl through the gaps again Calling out, solemnly to the young evening I hear your name being sung, by the
Morning Poem
Lavenders, gardens, the fair butterfly Gold, sun rising across the blue sky Quietness, serene green forest, birds calling Yawn, a kick and high hopes waking
Rainmaker Tales, the first
When the green neighborhood dance to the call of the wild one Dark are the skies, darker even are the clouds which stalked the rain
Rain on the Window
I love the sound of the rain when it hits the windows When the multitude descend down from the Heavens Splattering, hitting the Earths crust,
Your eyes
I call you Natures finest, nothing stands touching but your pretty eyes It melts the body and the soul, it remind me of the wild
Muse: Morning in the rain season
Here has become something else without much of the sun The wind takes her toil, she dances about with no care When the South forge
Sunrise in Enugu
Alas the sun rise above the clouds Without the mild weather all seem hot Above the hills, greened with vegetation And roof tops, which brown
