In this lovely piece from Franklin, my Nigerian friend, I could hear the echo of my voice. Well written poem.
The sound of hooting owls
The chirping of the crickets at night
The calm breeze that massages my skin after a hectic day
The acrid smell of harmattan
The torrents of rain that make musicals beat on my roof
The euphonious dawn chorus of the morning birds
The roaring of the thunderstorm
The sun rays piercing through the windowpane
The various ways nature inspires me
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