Wind
As a dealer she roams,
The corners she combs.
With aid from the night-
Goods she sells right.
From the east she flows,
The west she goes.
In the light she’s poor
‘Tis not dim she’s sure.
Troubled with the coat of arm-
For her breastplate she can’t fam. 10
Voiceless when sands are active
Tamed till all is passive.
Ardoured by the evenings-
For her adventuresome,
Droopy the morning feels-
As she is worrisome.
To the day’s hate-
Her excess frost whirls.
As the night’s pet,
Atmosphere she curls. 20
Unsung hero-
That gives life,
The day’s smell she defines,
Devises her splendour.
Her cologne she patterns-
To instancing grandeur
Same is a dread villain,
Sedates night’s vitality.
Streets scourer, life-laden…
Such is her propensity 30
Still, a utility material-
Whose value is yet colossal.
Copyright © Femi Adebayo | Year Posted 2013
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