Posted by Obi Olisa on
In the morning it rises,
And a brand new day beckons.
As darkness in all its guises,
Gives way to the light that summons.
From the cloud it shines forth,
And every living being calls forth.
Beasts of the field & birds of the air,
Gather in haste to their divine fair.
And man to his field labor,
Whom the divine with life favor.
His seed & the soil to pair,
As his part in the divine fair.
In patience, waits for the sun to set,
And in hope, for a bounteous ton.
In joy, the fruits of his labor get,
But with gratitude to him whose providence gave the sun.