I KNOW A MAN

I know a man who prays
At the shore of the sea,
Always waiting to hear
The heaven speak to him.

I know a man who sleeps
When the sun drizzle his light
And whistle happily in the street
When the night can still be seen.

I know a man that sings—
He likes to hear himself sing
And expect everyone to listen
To his voice that is dry like dust.

I know a man who loves
The rich smells of flowers
But his house his dark and dry,
Even the desert need to meet him for tips.

©Okunola Peace.