Searching For Summer

#ONE# The region that makes my blood grow green Where are you in this pastoral's den? Your vivid eyes is now poor like muddy hut What has really come over you? Behold our pebbles of gold and our planting grown Ona, What is next to god you want? #TWO# Your nerve is forgotten so soon Our share of roses and dine in the garden It seem so soon, it is drying out from your memory Our share of chopper and run for grasshopper Honey, can't you call those days back Our lone under the forest trees Have you forgot our prayer for success And our collective effort for your journey abroad... ...My lady, I will wait for many time Because only you can complete me My Summer, if to remain a pole with no hold So long as you will return, I will not mind. For your Light is my strength in the field And brilliant kisses around natures are memories unforgotten. Let someone please find me my summer And tell her to come back home. BY: Abdulhafeez T. Oyewole