GAMES OF NATURE

Written by: BULUS REUBEN

Lying about like a flimsy 
rag,
Which have had its 
journey aided by the wind,
We daily watch the 
games played by the 
agents of nature,
That are always willing to 
present before us a 
puzzle. 

The wind in its full force 
mercilessly blows,
Away the leaves and 
trashes that lie about.
The tree with its leaves 
rejoices,
For the wind makes it 
happy every blessed day. 

The sun with its radiant 
beam,
Gladly releases its rays to 
warm our bodies and 
houses.
Even our wet clothes 
tends to applaud, 
 This grand sphere 
made by divine hands. 

The cries of divine beings,
The tears and sweats 
from their immortal 
bodies ,
Drops willing to wet our 
dry north-east Nigeria,
Cruelly washing off our 
humus and grains.

The dark brown earth that 
gathered,
And were trodden by the 
old and young gone 
before; 
The fields on which we 
now grow our crops,
Were all droppings of 
heavenly birds.