Power of Yaa
The rains have come
from the seas they march
riding on the chariots of
Shu.
With black angry faces
from a furious fight with
Helios.
They cover the sky with
their might and beat
down on Asaase Yaa.
In pain she screams and
twists
making vast a number of
drops run down her
inexplicable features.
This creates rushing
waters strong enough to
bring down the mighty
Odum.
The great three has fallen
from the tongue lashing
of the rains.
Asaase Yaa sheds tears
which makes everything
beautiful giving life to the
dead seed.
She shouts out rise from
your slumber you
dormant seed rise.
Break through my
epidermis and nourish
yourself with my rain
soaked nutrients.
Live again and disgrace
the clouds.
Make them see that they
cant distroy the earth.
What the spoil i will
replenish a hundred fold.
With their rain spears i
shall build canopies.
And with thier fury i will
create rivers and
fountains.
For i am the great mother
nature.
I make you reap what
you sow.
So sow with caution.
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