Poetry From the Skies

(c) Oke. Poetry from the Skies: There was poetry up in the skies before we learned to write Awesome rhythms rendered as a strong winds might Surely we aint aware of this lyrics penned down by the clouds As such when it sings the green vegetations all bows There was poetry long before we learned to walk or hear Drums that tender softly beats that is far but near A brief gaiety that sounds across the heavens Heard passionately even when it stills at nights There is poetry down this little African hill Maybe it was the hyenas laugh sounding near the mill What is there, that there is no poetry in? A flying stone sings heartily till it lands in a swing The infant here draws lines in his Arcadian mind If you cant find poems around you listen to the sky!