By: King Buohien Ediare
The cloud amassed ingredients
for the funeral of the day.
First, it was bright
we were masters of the day.
we started returning to our roots.
black as beneath the grave!
Those behind time stumble and trudge
in the black cloud
in a bid to reach home.
The nocturnal species saturated the atmosphere-
their display, their songs:
and many more
all underneath the canopy of the Moon and Stars.
What a great dichotomy of nature
Justice only lies with the creator!