Games of Nature

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.