Day along, the mighty sun has been shining.
Toward a huge mountain, she has been moving;
Having made her bed, she disappears to sleep.
The sun’s death triggers lots of defeats;
All birds into branches of trees, she flings.
They chirp for protection, and thank their God.
On knees, they beg shield against nocturnal perils.
In a silent world, the wind has soothed all around;
Noise and light exist nowhere, like in a graveyard.
From afar, I can see a yellow nimble of hope;
The mighty light is shattering the darkness to let
Birds fly out of trees to meet and enjoy the sunlight.
A new enthusiasm has awakened a fresh life’s adventure.
Poem by Mugisho N Theophile
Copyright © Mugisho Theophile | Year Posted 2020
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